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Ibope  IReeb  Cob^ 

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Bloarapb^ 

Hope  Reed  Cody  was  born  at  Naperville,  DuPage 
county,  Illinois,  April  14,  1870.  He  was  the  young- 
est son  of  Hiram  H.  Cody,  for  many  years  judge  of 
the  Circuit  Court  of  the  Twelfth  Judicial  Circuit, 
and  Philomela  E.  Cody,  whose  maiden  name  was 
Sedgwick. 

In  his  early  environment  he  was  exceptionally  for- 
tunate. He  had  the  association,  during  his  entire 
youth,  of  his  father,  who  was  honored  in  many  ways 
by  the  people  of  his  county,  as  no  one  before  or  since, 
and  of  his  mother,  who  was  respected  and  beloved  by 
all.  He  was  able  to  have  much  more  real  compan- 
ionship with  mother  and  father,  brothers  and  sisters, 
than  would  be  possible  in  a  large  community,  and 
thereby  his  early  development  was  more  rapid. 
Being  the  youngest  child  perhaps  his  chances  of 
virility  were  greater  on  that  account.  In  his  boyhood 
he  was  privileged  to  breathe  the  pure  air  of  the 
country;  to  live  close  to  nature,  and  yet  near 
enough  to  the  western  metropolis  to  feel  its  impulse 
and  absorb  its  ambition. 

Even  in  this  early  period    of    life    he    evidenced    his 
genius   for   leadership.     Two    instances   may  be  noted. 


7{)i}2t2 


)*■** 


As  an  editor  of  an  amateur  paper  (an  experience 
which  made  him  an  easy  writer,  much  to  his  advan- 
tage in  after  life),  he  became  interested  in  the  West- 
ern Amateur  Press  Association,  and  was  soon  elected 
president  of  that  organization.  Shortly  afterwards, 
although  at  graduation  the  youngest  in  his  class  at 
Northwestern  College  at  Naperville,  he  was  chosen 
the  class  president.  We  have  been  called  "a.  nation 
of  presidents."  In  these  days  nearly  everyone,  during 
his  experience,  becomes  the  chief  executive  of  some 
organization.  But  it  is  significant  that  so  early  in 
life  Hope  Reed  Cody  was  at  the  head  of  those 
movements  with  which  he  was  identified. 

After  his  graduation  from  the  Union  College  of 
Law,  in  1890,  he  moved  to  Chicago  and  entered  into 
the  practice  of  the  law  with  his  father  and  his  brother, 
Arthur  B.  Cody,  under  the  firm  name  of  Hiram  H. 
Cody  &  Sons. 

He  continued  to  lead  the  organizations  of  which 
he  was  a  member.  He  was  president  of  the  South 
Side  Union  of  Christian  Endeavor  societies;  was  twice 
elected  to  the  regency  of  Garden  City  Council  of  the 
Royal  Arcanum,  being  the  first  regent  who,  in  the 
long  life  of   that  Council,   was  honored  by  re-election. 

About  this  time,  he  became  a  member  of  the 
Hamilton  Club,  which  was  then  located  in  the  for- 
mer home  of  the  Farragut  Boat  Club,  on  Lake  Park 
avenue.      His  administrative   experience,   coupled   with 


natural  endowments  of  leadership,  soon  won  him 
the  chairmanship  of  the  Political  Action  Committee, 
the  most  important  committee  of  the  organization. 
This  position  placed  him  where  he  could  be  active 
in  the  club  councils.  Dissatisfied  with  the  limited 
scope  of  the  Club  as  a  merely  South  Side  enterprise, 
he  was  among  the  first  to  identify  himself  with  the 
movement  which  resulted  in  securing  down-town 
quarters.  Before  that  time,  the  proposition  had  been 
many  times  advanced,  and  a  number  of  the  members 
had  earnestly  advocated  the  change.  Committees 
had  been  appointed  to  investigate  and  to  procure,  if 
possible,  a  favorable  location,  but  they  had  all  failed 
to  report  any  arrangement  which  was  practicable. 
He  enlisted  the  co-operation  of  one  of  his  most 
intimate  friends,  and  they  scoured  the  city  with  the 
thoroughness  and  energy  which  he  took  into  every 
enterprise.  They  finally  made  an  arrangement  which 
was,  probably,  the  only  one  safe,  at  that  time,  for 
the  Club.  The  membership  was  then  360,  and  of 
that  number  many  were  in  arrears  for  dues,  and 
the  Club  was  only  supported  by  the  heavy  labors 
of  a  few  devoted  members.  It  seemed  almost  a 
hopeless  task  to  raise  the  $7,000  necessary  for  fitting 
up  the  new  quarters,  and  those  who  subscribed 
to  the  fund  did  so  with  the  expectation  that  they 
would  not  be  repaid.  At  this  time,  he  had  no 
thought    of    further    immediate    advancement     in    the 


organization,  but  the  exigencies  of  club  politics  made 
his  candidacy  a  necessity.  The  only  objection  urged 
against  him,  the  force  of  which  he  himself 
admitted,  was  his  youth.  After  his  nomination  the 
industry  and  force,  which  were  his  by  right  of  Anglo- 
Saxon  ancestry,  immediately  showed  themselves  in  a 
striking  manner.  Applications  for  membership  poured 
in  by  the  score,  and  his  name  was  upon  nearly 
every  application.  When  elected,  these  men  would 
naturally  vote  for  president,  and  so  it  was  a  fore- 
gone conclusion  that  he  was  to  be  the  successful  can- 
didate, and  he  became  the  unanimous  choice  of  the 
members.  With  the  assistance  of  others,  he  superin- 
tended all  the  improvements  in  the  new  quarters, 
redrafted  the  by-laws  to  suit  the  new  conditions,  and 
was  the  central  figure  in  this  great  change  in  condi- 
tions and  prospects.  His  success  in  these  matters,  as 
in  all  that  he  undertook,  was  made  secure  by  the 
fact  that  he  consulted  with  men  of  judgment  and 
modified  his  views,  in  so  far  as  their  suggestions 
appealed  to  him. 

Entering  upon  his  duties  as  president,  he  quickly 
brought  the  Club  into  closer  touch  with  the  rank 
and  file  of  the  better  class  of  politicians. 

He  was  fond  of  the  society  of  women,  but  im- 
mediately eliminated  from  the  Club  the  social  features 
in  which  they  had  participated,  insisting  that  the 
Club  was  a  political  organization  with  which  ladies, 
socially,   had  nothing  to  do. 


Soon  after  his  inauguration,  the  Club  anniversary 
was  celebrated  by  a  dinner,  at  which  only  seventy 
guests  were  present.  Upon  this  occasion,  however,  an 
address  upon  Appomattox  Day  confirmed  his  idea  of 
the  feasibility  of  the  "Blue  and  Gray"  banquet,  which, 
in  the  succeeding  year,  was  the  crown  of  his  adminis- 
tration. 

Later  in  the  year,  he  visited  New  York  and  secured 
Senator  Depew  for  the  address  at  the  Auditorium  on 
Chicago  Day,  and  Governor  Roosevelt  for  the  banquet 
of  April   loth. 

In  the  county  and  municipal  campaigns,  which 
took  place  during  his  administration,  his  foresight  and 
energy  enabled  the  Club  to  be  the  first  to  entertain 
the  candidates.  As  a  result,  these  campaigns,  as  well 
as  the  general  campaign  in  the  fall,  were  opened  by 
the  Club.  In  this  way,  the  organization  was  estab- 
lished as  a  force  in  local  political  life,  and  rose  to 
the  first  position  among  organizations  of  like  character 
in    the   west. 

The  feature  of  the  Club's  campaigning,  to  which 
he  devoted  the  most  attention,  aside  from  the  public 
meetings  of  which  mention  has  been  made,  was  the 
noon-day  meetings,  which  became  so  popular  as  to 
make  it  certain  that  they  will  be  continued  as  long 
as  the  Club  exists.  Although  he  presided  at  but  one 
of  these  meetings,  he  attended  all  of  them  and 
personally  superintended  the   arrangements. 


Another  feature,  which  will  be  followed  by  future 
administrations,  is  that  of  the  trips  of  Club  delegates 
to  other  cities,  on  errands  of  a  public  or  political 
character.  No  one  unacquainted  with  the  exact  facts 
can  imagine  the  amount  of  labor  and  worry  which  he 
took  upon  himself  in  organizing  the  trip  which  the 
Club  made  to  attend  the  inauguration  of  Governor 
Roosevelt.  The  purpose  was  well  understood  by  his 
friends.  He  was  an  admirer  of  the  Colonel  of  the 
Rough  Riders  and  believed  that  the  Hamilton  Club 
could  not  be  true  to  itself  unless  it  accented  its 
belief  in  the  high  political  ideals  for  which  the 
Colonel  stands. 

One  of  his  ambitions  was  to  leave  the  Club  free 
from  debt  when  he  should  go  out  of  office.  It  is  well 
known  that  this  ambition  was  gratified,  but  the  means 
of  its  accomplishment  were  a  tribute  to  his  foresight 
and  ingenuity. 

During  his  term  as  president,  he  had  been  thrown 
into  such  favorable  association  with  all  the  active 
members  of  his  party  that,  at  its  conclusion,  his 
appointment  as  a  member  of  the  Board  of  Election 
Commissioners  was  but  natural,  and  probably  no 
appointment  has  ever  been  made  in  the  county  which 
was  so  unanimously  considered  as  deserved  and 
appropriate.  His  subsequent  election  as  president  of 
the  Board  would  have  been  expected  by  anyone 
familiar  with  his  career. 


He  was  a  member  of  the  Plymouth  Congregational 
Church,  and,  in  addition  to  the  connections  already 
mentioned,  was  a  Mason,  a  Knight  of  Pythias,  a 
member  of  the  Chicago  Bar  Association  and  the  Law 
Club,  the  Union  League  and  Marquette  Clubs,  the 
Chicago  Athletic  Association,  the  North  American 
Union,   the  Royal  League  and  the  National  Union. 

In  the  World's  Fair  year  he  married  Miss  Alta 
Virginia  Houston,  of  Cincinnati.  With  her  and  their 
boy,  Arthur  Houston  Cody,  he  looked  forward  to  a 
happy  life  and  an  honorable  career.  But  this  perfect 
promise  was  not  to  be  fulfilled.  On  November  7, 1899, 
after  all  had  been  done  for  him  that  science  could 
suggest  he  bade  good-bye  to  life,  and  a  few  days 
later  was  laid  to  rest  in  his  early  home,  leaving  a 
name  and  an  influence  which  this  volume,  issued  by 
the  Club  he  loved  and  honored,  is  intended  to 
perpetuate. 


riDemorial 

"We,  the  members  of  the  Hamilton  Club,  of  Chi- 
cago, present  in  special  meeting,  desire,  at  this  time 
to  pay  a  kindly  tribute  to  the  memory  of  Hope  Reed 
Cody,  distinguished  as  our  brilliant  young  leader  and 
dear  to  us  as  a  friend — tried,  true,  unselfish,  devoted. 

"We  miss  his  genial  presence.  We  are  no  longer 
cheered  by  the  glow  of  his  warm  heart.  We  are  forced 
to  forego  the  loving  grasp  of  his  manly  hand.  We 
are  deprived  of  the  influence  of  his  matchless  spirit. 
We  shall  be  denied  from  day  to  day  the  example  of 
his  beautiful  home  life  and  his  devotion  to  his  family 
and  friends.  We  deeply  mourn  his  loss,  and  are 
loath  to  be  reconciled  to  the  early  withering  of  our 
choicest  flower  of  promise. 

"But,  even  in  this  moment  of  our  grief,  we  rejoice 
in  his  career.  Wherever  known,  it  will  be  a  perennial 
inspiration  to  earnest  young  men  who  are  willing  to 
serve  their  country  in  times  of  peace,  teaching  them 
that  there  is  a  special  place  in  public  life  reserved  for 
them  under  the  banner  of  patriotism,  of  integrity  and 
of  high  purpose. 

"The  Secretary  of  the  Club  is  instructed  to  have 
prepared  copies  of  this  memorial,  and  to  place  the 
same  in  the  hands  of  the  wife  and  parents  so  tenderly 
loved  by  our  departed  companion,  in  acknowledgment 
of  the  great  debt  this  organization  owes  to  his  per- 
sistent zeal,  in  token  of  his  worth,  and  in  special 
remembrance  of  our  admiration  and  our  love." 

Adopted  November  8,    1899. 


'"flf  anp  ot  tbe  fellows  ot  tbe 
iDamtlton  Club  asf?  about  me,  tell 
tbem  tbat— wbatever  1i  ma^  bav>e 
sal&  or  ^onc  to  maMe  tbem  tbink 
otbenvise  in  tbe  &aps  wben  11  was 
llnina  up  wttb  tbem— If  want  tbem 
to  hnow  tbat  m^  fattb  bas  always 
been  in  tbe  religion  ot  tbe  XorO 
Jesus  Cbrist." 


Ibopc  TRce^  (I0&15  ie  &ea£>,  and  to*morrow  be 
will  be  lalO  awas  in  tbe  little  graveyard  on  tbe 
bill  at  maperville.  t>c  was  a  victim  of  tbe 
times— a  sacrifice  to  all  worft  anD  no  plai?.  Bs 
a  *'goo&  fellow"  in  tbe  bigbest  anO  broadest 
use  of  tbe  term  Ibope  IReeD  Co&s  will  be  re* 
membereD  bs  tbose  wbo  knew  bim  best,  fljis 
cscutcbeon  is  witbout  a  blemisb.  tbe  liveb 
tbe  clean,  useful,  burrieO  life  of  a  Cbristian 
american  gentleman  and  burneb  out  before 
reacbing  tbe  age  of  tbirtg. 

—Sails  Dews  CMtorial,  'november  8,  t890. 


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P^moutb  Cburcb,  Chicago 


Hovcmbet  9,  1899 


IRev,  ff.  m.  (Bunsaulus,  2),  D. 

The  past  reappears  before  us  to-day  like  a  clouded 
vision.  But  the  clouds  are  touched  with  gold,  and 
we  are  standing  in  the  presence  of  a  reality  so 
bright,  so  impressive  and  so  inspiring,  that  we  lift 
our  eyes,  full  of  tears,  and  thank  God  for  the  day 
and  the  hour  in  which  we  live.  Character  is  the 
true  solvent  and  resolvent.  The  whole  sky  of  our 
lives  is  changed.  We  here  believe  in  the  immeasura- 
ble life.  There  are  horizons  that  we  have  never  seen 
before,  in  front  of  us,  and  there  are  deep  feelings 
within  these  bosoms  that  we  must  not  try  to  express. 

We    are   looking    upon    an    event    and    fact    in   our 

life  that  seems  now  at  first    so  fading  and   evanescent 

in  its  last  glories  that  we  would  weep;  then  it  appears 

so  real  and  sublime  in  its   newly  won    splendors    that 

we  would  rejoice.     We  feel  like  singing  a  farewell  to 

him    as    he    goes    from    us,  and    as    that    form    which 

saluted    us    passes    from    our    sight,   then    we    feel  like 

singing  a  welcome  to  him  as  he  comes  back  to  us  in 

his  immortal  influence. 

"  Thou  wert  the  morning  star  among  the  living, 
Ere  thy  fair  light  had  fled — 
Now,   having  died,   thou  art  as  Hesperus  giving 
New  splendor  to  the  dead." 


In  such  a  life  as  this  which  we  are  gathered  together 
to  commemorate,  and  in  commemorating  to  honor 
our  common  humanity,  the  revelation  is  made  of  that 
new  radiance  which  falls  on  both  death  and  life,  and 
makes  us  the  more  content  and  proud  to  live  in  a 
universe  where  God  brings  forth  through  humanity 
achievements  like  his,  and  where  God  inspires  by  our 
fellow-men  such  visions  of  better  days  as  we  behold 
in  glimpses  at  this  grave. 

We  are  back  again  at  the  little  town  in  Illinois, 
where  an  elegy  in  the  country  churchyard  might  have 
been  sung  to  this  boy's  listening  ears.  We  are  with 
the  fond  parents  as  they  see  in  their  child's  first 
mental  movements  the  result  of  ages  of  noble  ances- 
try, and  we  know  that  this  little  boy  of  Naperville 
had  in  himself,  to  begin  with,  an  inherited  sympathy 
with  the  powers  that  have  conquered  wrong  and  have 
builded  palaces  of  right  upon  the  wreck  of  despotism. 
We  feel  that  if  God's  Providence,  which  we  some- 
times carelessly  call  only  Providence,  shall  have  its 
way,  the  treasures  of  this  boy's  ancestry  shall  make 
the  world  richer.  They  called  him  Hope.  And  now 
we  take  to  our  hearts  Tennyson's  words  in  the 
"Lover's  Tale" — 

"  They  said  that  Love  would  die  when   Hope  was  gone, 
And  Love  mourned  long  and  sorrows  after  Hope; 
At  last  she  sought  out  Memory  and  they  trod 
The  same  old  paths  where  Love  had  walked  with  Hope, 
And   Memory  fed  the  soul  of  Love  with  tears." 


It  may  be  that  in  the  radiant  eye  of  babyhood 
there  was  something  of  the  light  that  never  was  on 
sea  or  land,  and  there  burned  in  infancy  on  the  altar 
of  his  heart  the  fire  that  always  made  us  believe  in 
ourselves  and  in  God  and  in  the  future.  There  was 
no  other  name  that  might  have  been  fitly  attached  to 
this  boy's  babyhood  and  to  this  baby's  manhood  but  the 
word  "  Hope."  He  saw  the  promise  of  the  distances 
in  the  intellectual  and  spiritual  life  and  he  claimed 
them  with  all  the  mastery  of  a  supreme  faith  whose 
attendant  angel  was  always  Hope.  He  looked  west- 
ward and  mapped  the  empires  of  the  soul  called 
opportunities.  He  was  wistfully  aware  of  the  large 
achievements  and  possibilities  of  his  country.  He 
beheld  Providence  creating  new  daytimes  of  science 
and  art,  and  so  he  lived  constantly  worthy  of  the 
name  they  gave  him  when  the  baby  smiled  upon  the 
lap  of  love — Hope.  He  shall  always  be  Hope  to  us. 
As  he  shall  reside  in  the  distances  as  well  as  when 
we  see  him  go  out  amidst  the  shadows,  his  name  is 
Hope.  Behold  the  shadows  are  transformed  by  the 
light,  and  we  have  our    Hope. 

Such  an  event,  my  friends,  in  the  history  of 
human  thought;  such  a  fact  in  the  world  of  fancies; 
such  a  reality  in  the  midst  of  unreality;  such  a  man — 
how  he  inspires  hope!  We  know  that  a  God  who 
operates  by  a  divine  economy  will  not  lose  him.  We 
know  that  the  universe,  through    which  nothing  right- 


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eous  has  ever  fallen  into  darkness,  shall  not  permit 
him  to  go  astray.  We  know  that  if  God  keeps  his 
throne  in  the  heavens  and  if  right  rules  upon  the 
earth,  and  if  goodness  and  justice  triumph  anywhere, 
our  Hope  is  secure.  We  know  that  such  a  fact  in 
the  equation  of  time  witnesses  the  presence  of  eter- 
nity, and  that  immortality  is  as  sure  as  the  hour  in 
which  we  live  here  together. 

We  see  him  the  playmate  of  boys  and  girls  who 
love  him.  The  love  story  of  his  career  began  in  his 
babyhood — continued  through  his  boyhood,  and  it 
was  a  love  tale  to  the  very  end,  for  the  characteristic 
of  this  boy's  whole  spiritual  and  intellectual  life  may 
be  described  when  we  pronounce  that  one  word 
which  is  called  God — love.  We  came  to  understand 
something  of  the  brilliancy  of  his  eager  mind  as  we 
stood  in  his  early  radiance  and  knew  its  light. 
We  were  charmed  by  the  subtleness  of  his  intellect, 
the  ardor  of  his  soul.  We  knew  that  sometimes  even 
in  the  early  days  in  which  we  traveled  with  him  here 
below  he  intimated  a  greatness  which  is  of  love  and 
friendship  alone.  We  knew  he  was  a  great  young  man. 
But,  ah  !  fellow  travelers,  we  knew  something  else — 
we  knew  that  to  be  good  is  greater  than  to  be  great. 
We  knew  that  the  capacity  to  receive  human  love 
and  the  power  to  inspire  human  love  were  the  divine 
qualities  with  which  this  man's  life  was  clad  in  an 
omnipotent  glow  and  beauty.       He  always  wished  for 


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love.  He  was  poor  without  love.  No  more  pathetic 
cry  ever  went  out  to  any  man's  life — to  my  life  and 
yours — than  the  cry  of  this  dauntless  soul  for  love. 
Always  through  your  associations  with  him  in  politics 
3-ou  found  that  his  life  was  woven  of  one  long  thread — 
according  to  one  gracious  pattern,  for  he  was  always 
asking  you  to  give  what  he  begged  for  at  home  and 
what  he  asked  for  in  childhood,  and  for  what  he  gave 
to  everybody — love,   love. 

You  and  I  shall  remember  him  with  consummate 
wisdom  allied  with  transcendent  youthfulness  of  mind, 
handling  some  of  the  problems  with  which  our  local 
and  national  politics  have  become  involved.  We 
shall  recollect  him  in  this  church — the  youth  upon 
whose  forehead  faith  sat,  walking  forth  in  the  dawn, 
all  the  dew-falls  sparkling  over  the  planet  upon  which 
he  lived,  with  some  of  the  mild  stars  still  shining. 
We  will  remember  him  as  the  leader  of  our  boys  and 
girls,  the  inspirer  of  every  noble  characteristic,  giving 
a  banner  to  the  hearts  of  our  young  people  as  he 
led  them,  but  most  of  all  we  will  remember  him  in 
his  sway  over  our  hearts,  one  of  the  most  lovable 
of  human  beings — most  loving — and  shall  I  not  say 
the  most  loved? 

We  follow  him  still  further  on,  out  of  this 
association  of  sweet  acquaintance  and  profound 
friendship,  into  the  severe  tasks  of  life,  as  his 
responsibilities    came    upon    him.       It    is    always   hard 


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for  the  man  of  real  genius  to  keep  from  being  a  boy. 
It  is  a  characteristic  of  the  finest  quality  of  man  that 
his  boyhood  lasts  even  into  his  old  age.  Whenever 
the  ripple  of  a  boy's  laughter  dies  away  and  the  song 
of  a  boy's  heart  grows  less  musical,  and  the  vision 
of  a  boy's  brain  fades  out  into  the  darkness,  when 
the  playfulness  of  the  soul  has  gone,  then  hope  has 
died  and  the  intellect  has  already  passed  into  the 
portal  of  its  sepulcher.  Here  was  this  boy  to  the 
last,  and  the  problem  of  his  career  at  the  first  was 
not  to  get  over  his  boyhood,  but  to  transfer  all  its 
imagination  and  enthusiasm,  all  its  ardor  and  its 
hopes,  all  its  courage  and  its  ability  into  the  task 
and  the  achievements  of  life.  He  met  this  problem 
in  a  deep  hour  of  experience. 

Plymouth  Church  is  the  spot — yea  the  temple  in 
which  this  boy  walked  out  of  boyhood  and  youth — 
carried  all  their  treasures  with  him  into  manhood. 
Can  I  ever  look  upon  this  altar  and  forget  that 
smiling  day  when,  before  the  wine  and  bread  which 
symbolized  his  crucified  Lord,  he  gave  his  hand  to 
me,  his  heart  to  this  church,  as  he  had  given  his 
soul  in  childhood  to  his  Redeemer  and  his  Lord  ? 
Shall  we  ever  forget  how,  by  the  charm  of  his 
youth,  the  beauty  of  his  life,  the  capacities  and  forces 
of  his  intellect,  he  marshaled  our  young  people  until 
they  were  a  veritable  host  of  the  Almighty,  a  Gideon's 
band,   and  how,   on  the    South    side   of    this    city,    this 


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young  man  passed,  as  Sunday  school  teacher  and 
president  of  the  Christian  Endeavor  Societies,  into 
the  full  manhood  of  his  Christian  love  ?  This  church 
is  more  sacred  to  me  because  in  this  room,  where 
my  own  best  life  has  been  spent,  he  also  spent  his 
young  life  with  mine,  and  yonder  study,  where  he  sat 
planning  for  the  larger  influence  of  the  Kingdom  of 
God,  is  the  study  in  which  he  put  his  hand  in  mine 
and  said  :  "There  are  larger  tasks  for  me  to  do,  and 
I  shall  do  them  as  a  man."  It  was  on  a  night  which 
we  had  passed,  both  engaged  in  the  study  of  the 
career  of  William  Ewart  Gladstone.  Here  was  a 
young  man  who  had  already  found  himself  in  some- 
what the  same  situation  with  regard  to  a  political 
career,  as  that  which  once  confronted  the  greatest 
man  England  has  had  since  the  days  of  Oliver 
Cromwell.  He  saw  behind  him  the  associations  of  a 
party  to  which  for  many  years  his  ancestors  had 
belonged.  He  saw  in  front  of  him  the  immeasurable 
opportunities  of  the  republic — and  he  said,  as  Glad- 
stone had  said  in  England:  "I  will  follow  the  light 
of  my  conscience  whithersoever  it  leads."  Before  him 
he  saw  what  men — profane  men — speak  of  as  the  dirt 
and  slime  of  politics.  No  man  with  concentrated 
reason  ever  saw  the  problems  of  statesmanship  in 
such  light — or,  rather,  let  me  say — in  such  darkness — 
as  such  words  would  indicate.  The  slime  and  dirt  of 
politics  were  entered  by  the  prophet  Isaiah  in  Jerusa- 


lem — the  slime  and  dirt  of  politics  were  touched  by 
the  dissolving  hand  of  Moses  in  the  history  of 
Israel.  The  slime  and  dirt  of  politics  are  never  foul 
until  a  man's  spirit  is  lower  than  the  problem  which 
God  has  set  for  man  to  work  out  in  politics.  He 
looked  upon  the  shining  figure  of  Gladstone,  who  was 
then  vanishing  from  our  world,  and  when  he  left  me 
that  night  he  said  :  "  All  that  is  in  me  shall  be 
devoted  with  the  same  enthusiasm  with  which  I  have 
been  president  of  the  Christian  Endeavor  Society,  to 
prove  that  a  man  consecrated  to  Jesus  Christ  can 
live,   labor  and  triumph  in  politics." 

Oh  !  young  men  of  Chicago — young  men  of  this 
nation — I  place  before  you  that  picture  made  for  me 
on  that  evening — the  retiring  old  statesman  of  Eng- 
land— the  prophet  of  that  better  England  which  shall 
come  bye  and  bye — the  setting  of  that  glorious  person- 
ality whose  light  filled  our  American  eyes  with  so 
much  of  beauty  and  of  power,  and  this  young  Ameri- 
can coming  forward  ready  to  give  his  life,  if  need  be, 
and  always  his  service,  for  the  better  state  and  the 
nobler  commonwealth.  The  bells  of  the  common- 
wealth ought  to  toll  to-day — the  deep-voiced  music  of 
the  bell  in  our  highest  tower  ought  to  sound  to-day. 
Then  it  ought  to  ring  gladness  that  such  young  men 
as  these  are  willing  to  give  themselves  with  all  broad 
philanthropy,  with  all  ardent  service,  with  all  clear 
intellectual    equipment    and    persuasion  to  the  task    of 


giving  us  an  American  worthy  of  ancient  ideals — 
worthy  of  all  our  modern  desires  and  anticipations. 
As  I  stand  here  to-day  and  remember  these  scenes 
in  the  history  of  our  loved  one,  I  cannot  help  feeling 
that  many  other  comparisons  which  leap  to  my  lips 
are  worthy  of  expression  and  worthy  of  your  thought. 
But  our  grief  is  too  great  for  elaborate  portraiture. 
Together  he  and  I  read  "In  Memoriam"  on  two 
or  three  evenings  in  the  first  winter  of  his  presence 
among  us  and  of  his  residence  in  the  city  ;  and 
as  I  think  to-day  of  Arthur  Henry  Hallam,  that 
bright  particular  star  which  shone  for  a  little  time 
with  infinite  promise  over  English  literature  and 
English  politics,  the  young  man  who  fascinated  the 
genius  of  Tennyson  and  exercised  a  spell  over  Glad- 
stone, when  all  were  in  their  youth — as  I  think  of 
Arthur  Henry  Hallam  passing  out  into  the  regions 
whence  he  came,  clothed  with  that  splendor  which 
belongs  only  to  a  devoted  and  hopeful  life,  1  seem  to 
see  our  friend,  Hope  Reed  Cody,  standing,  perhaps 
not  by  his  side  in  realms  of  genius — nor  near  to  him 
perhaps,  because  of  the  accomplishments  of  his  pen, 
but  standing  close  by  him  by  virtue  of  sympathy 
of  heart  and  soul.  Both  lived  for  the  vast  dream  to 
make  our  world  the  recipient  of  the  city  of  God  that 
Cometh  down  out  of  heaven  from  God.  Yet  our 
friend  was  more  like  Harry  Vane  the  younger,  the 
knightly  pilgrim  who,  when  he  still  stood  at  the  edge 


of  his  career,  at  twenty-four,  became  the  governor  of 
Massachusetts.  Young  men  of  this  country,  are  there 
to  be  no  successors  to  that  indomitable  Puritan,  Harry 
Vane,  who  in  Massachusetts  taught  republicanism  and 
democracy  to  a  colony  of  England  ?  Just  as  yonder 
to  Geneva,  when  freed  from  the  university,  this  young 
man  of  England  went  to  learn  republicanism,  so  into 
associations  foreign  to  the  history  of  his  family, 
foreign  perhaps  to  his  earlier  purposes,  our  young 
republican  went  and  came  back  to  his  people  to  take 
hold  of  the  problems  of  our  civilization  with  strong 
and  steady  hand. 

But  more  like  Alexander  Hamilton  than  like  any 
of  the  statesmen  who  have  influenced  our  American 
thought  and  purpose  he  takes  his  place  in  our  mind 
this  morning.  It  was  a  singular  incident  of  charming 
propriety  that  he  should  be  the  president  of  the 
Hamilton  Club.  We  are  back  again  in  the  midst  of 
the  Revolution.  Washington  and  the  rest  are  con- 
fronting some  of  the  problems  that  distress  the  mind 
of  the  commonwealth  to-day,  and  there  rises  before 
us  young  Alexander  Hamilton  at  twenty-nine  years  of 
age  standing  between  the  great  Congress  of  1782  and 
the  constitutional  convention  of  1787.  At  that  very  age 
Hope  Reed  Cody  was  president  of  the  Hamilton  Club. 
In  the  very  hour  of  his  life  in  which  Alexander 
Hamilton  believed  in  an  Americanism  constituted  of 
American  ideas,  influenced  by    American    culture,   true 


to  American  ideals,  our  young  man  stood  with  all  the 
pressure  of  his  new  cares  upon  him,  true  to  his 
country  and  true  to  his  God.  Do  you  tell  me  that 
Alexander  Hamilton  was  marvelous  in  finding  such 
financial  resources  as  might  guarantee  the  movement 
with  which  his  mind  and  his  heart  were  associated  ? 
I  turn  to  the  history  of  the  Hamilton  Club.  I 
remember  the  year  in  which  this  young  man  took 
hold  of  the  helm,  and  I  remember  Daniel  Webster's 
words  with  reference  to  Alexander  Hamilton: 

"He  smote  the  rock  of  our  national  resources  and  abundant 
streams  of  revenue  gushed  forth.  He  touched  the  dead  corpse  of 
public  credit  and  it  sprang  upon  its  feet." 

Did  not  our  young  Hamilton,  with  your  Club, 
accomplish  this  ?  And  as  we  abide  here  for  a 
moment,  looking  out  upon  the  immeasurable  future, 
can  we  doubt  that  God  has  work  for  such  a  man  to  do  ? 

Looking  at  death  as  a  beneficent  experience, 
Victor  Hugo  said:  "  I  shall  go  to  work  again  next 
morning."  He  knew  that  the  night-time  that  we  call 
death  is  the  thinnest  of  curtains,  and  that  all  the 
instrumentalities  and  cultures  and  powers  that  have 
been  developed  here  are  to  be  his  who  has  been  true 
to  them  here,  and  that  the}'  will  be  useful  energies 
in  the  everlasting  summer  to  which  you  and  I  are 
going.  "I  will  begin  my  work  next  day."  There  are 
policies  in  this  universe  larger  than  those  of  America. 
There  are  enterprises  that  may  reach  round  and  round 


the  constellations  and  the  stars.  All  we  know  is  that 
this  boy  was  such  a  boy  in  his  home,  such  a  husband 
in  his  family,  such  a  father  to  his  boy,  such  a 
brother  to  those  who  will  not  know  how  to  live 
without  him,  such  a  Christian  in  the  midst  of  the 
associations  of  his  church,  such  a  patriot  upon  broad 
principles  of  justice  and  truth,  that  God  can  have  no 
task  in  all  heaven  upon  which  Hope  Reed  Cody  may 
not  have  entered  helpfully  the  moment  after  his  life 
went  out  here. 

"Good  bye,"  said  the  mother — "good  bye,"  as 
she  left  him  yonder  just  before  the  surgeon's  knife 
was  to  be  applied  for  the  rescue  of  his  life — "good 
bye!"  "No,"  said  Hope,  "not  good  bye,  but  good 
night."  So  we  say  to-day.  The  time  is  short.  We 
shall  meet  in  the  morning,  and  he  will  say  to  us 
then,  not  "Good  bye,"  and  not  "Good  night,"  but 
"Good  morning." 


address 

3u^9e  ®rrtn  1Fl»  Carter 

This  is  the  saddest  public  duty  of  my  life.  Noth- 
ing but  the  dying  request  of  our  friend  could  cause 
me  even  to  attempt  to  talk  to-day.  In  death,  as  in 
life,  his  wonderful  personality  influences  and  guides 
us.  Standing  in  the  presence  of  those  who  loved 
him,  who  remember  his  winning  ways,  who  have  felt 
the  charm  of  his  leadership,  who  knew  him  as  he 
was,  I  realize  how  pitiably  weak  mere  words  are  to 
pay  a  fitting  tribute  to  his  memory  or  to  express  the 
deep  sense  of   our  personal  loss. 

Young  in  years,  he  had  accomplished  more  in  his 
short  life  than  many  who  live  three  score  years  and 
ten.  His  life  may  well  stand  as  an  example  of  the 
truth  of  these  words: 

"We  live  in  deeds,   not  years;  in  thoughts,  not  breaths; 
In  feelings,   not  in  figures  on  a  dial. 
We  count  time  by  heart  throbs.      He  most  lives 
Who  thinks  most,   feels  the  noblest,   acts  the  best, 
And  he  whose  heart  beats  quickest  lives  the  longest." 

Associated  with  the  brightest  minds  of  our  city,  in 
the  keenest  competition  of  our  modern  civilization,  in 


everything  that  he  undertook,  young  and  old,  alike, 
gladly  accepted  him  without  protest  or  jealousy  as 
their  chosen  leader.  If  the  young  men  of  our  time 
could  feel  the  responsibility  of  civic  duties,  even  in  a 
small  measure,  as  did  Hope  Reed  Cody,  the  future 
of  our  country  would  be  secure.  His  influence  will 
ever  stand  for  purity  of  life  and  nobleness  of  purpose. 

Last  January  a  delegation  of  the  Hamilton  Club, 
under  his  leadership,  attended  the  inauguration  of 
Governor  Roosevelt  at  Albany.  At  the  close  of  those 
ceremonies,  in  reply  to  a  speech  of  presentation  by 
Mr.  Cody  in  the  executive  chamber,  Governor  Roose- 
velt said  to  us:  "Young  men,  in  the  future,  as  in  the 
past,  have  high  ideals  but  not  too  high.  Be  practi- 
cal." That  thought  must  have  been  inspired  in  the 
mind  of  Governor  Roosevelt  by  the  life  and  work  of 
Hope  Reed  Cody,  his  intimate  friend.  For,  of  all  the 
men  that  I  have  ever  known,  not  excepting  Governor 
Roosevelt  himself,  this  man  possessed  in  the  most 
marked  degree  the  loftiest  ideals,  combined  with  the 
most  practical  common  sense  to  make  those  ideals 
living  realities. 

During  the  past  year  I  have  been  brought  into 
intimate  and  almost  daily  association  with  him  in  his 
capacity  of  President  of  the  Board  of  Election  Com- 
missioners. He  administered  the  duties  of  that  office, 
one  of  the  most  difficult  and  trying  in  this  great  city, 
with   such    marvelous    tact   and  with  such  uprightness 


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that  he  compelled  the  admiration  and  respect  of 
friend  and  political  opponent,  alike.  There,  as  in 
all  other  positions,  he  demonstrated  his  remarkable 
executive  ability.  He  never  made  a  mistake  in  judg- 
ing men  or  their  motives.  When  he  made  up  his 
mind  that  a  thing  was  right  and  ought  to  be  done 
I  never  met  his  superior  in  persuading  men  to  accept 
his  views.  No  disappointment  could  discourage  him 
— no  obstacle  thwart  him.  What  might  be  an  insur- 
mountable barrier  to  another  he  transformed  into  a 
means  to  obtain  the  desired  end.  He  knew  no  such 
word  as  defeat.      He  was  equal  to  every  occasion. 

But  to-day  our  sense  of  personal  loss  overshadows 
all  things  else.  Now,  if  never  before,  we  must 
believe. 

"  There  is  no  death!     What  seems  so  is  transition; 
This  life  of  mortal  breath 
Is  but  the  suburb  of  the  life  elysian, 
Whose  portal  we  call  Death." 

Friend,  comrade,  brother,  you  were  the  bravest, 
tenderest,  manliest  man  of  us  all.  Your  memory  will 
remain  with  us  always  as  an  inspiration  and  a 
blessing. 


Ibon.  3ame0  "K.  flDann 

How  can  I  speak  ?  Nothing  but  his  personal 
request  could  induce  me  to  try.  I  loved  him  so. 
The  tendrils  of  his  heart  had  fastened  themselves  so 
tightly  to  mine  that  his  departure  leaves  my  soul 
bruised  and  bleeding. 

What  a  sweet  sunshine  he  brought  into  a  room  or 
a  company  !  How  tender  he  always  was  of  the  feel- 
ings of  others!  Though  he  engaged  in  many  animated 
contests,  he  never,  by  word  or  act,  brought  inten- 
tional pain  to  any  one. 

We  were  all  so  proud  of  him!  Younger  than 
most  of  us,  we  were  glad  to  look  upon  him  as  a 
leader  and  to  follow  him  without  envy.  He  had  a 
daring  of  undertaking  which  sometimes  appalled  his 
friends,  but  the  dash  and  celerity  of  his  execution 
filled  their  hearts  with  comfort  and  with  pride.  And 
whether  in  going  after  Governor  Roosevelt  in  the  camp 
of  the  Rough  Riders  at  Montauk;  introducing  Chauncey 
M.  Depew  before  the  brilliant  audience  in  the  Audi- 
torium ;  presiding  over  an  ordinary  meeting  of  a 
society  or  club;  arranging  the  particulars  for  a  dinner 
or   a    caucus ;    meeting   his    neighbors    and    friends  on 


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the  street  or  at  home;  attending  social,  political, 
religious  or  club  gatherings  ;  hearing  contests  as 
President  of  the  Election  Commissioners  ;  dealing 
with  clients;  planning  the  arrangements  which  we  are 
now  carrying  out ;  or  deciding  upon  the  surgical 
operation,  the  result  of  which  he  expected,  he  was 
always  the  same  brilliant-minded,  quickly-thinking, 
brave,  cool,  collected,  sweet-tempered,  tenderly-loving 
genius,  whom  no  emergency  could  disconcert. 

I  regarded  him  as  the  most  brilliant  young  man 
who  ever  lived  in  Chicago.  He  was  a  born  leader  of 
men  and  he  was  a  faithful  follower  of  his  friends. 

We  were  such  close  neighbors  that  I  know  better 
than  most  of  you  how  he  idolized  his  boy  and 
worshiped  his  wife,  and  what  a  veneration  of  love  he 
entertained  for  his  father,  mother,  sisters  and  brothers. 

We  cannot  bring  him  back.  His  body  we  lay 
tenderly  away.  His  soul,  too  great  to  be  kept  here 
longer,  has  returned  to  its  Maker.  But  the  spirit  of 
his  leadership  and  the  tender  love  and  thoughtful 
kindness,  and  the  memory  of  what  he  was  in  the 
world  and  what  he  was  to  us,  who  knew  and  loved 
him,  remain.  Any  of  us  may  be  justly  proud  if  we 
can  leave  behind  at  the  age  of  sixty  the  record  which 
he  had  made  at  twenty-nine. 

But  I  cannot  speak  longer  ;  my  heart  is  too  deeply 
wounded.  1  loved  him  as  a  father  loves  a  son,  and 
I  respected  him  as  a  son  respects  a  father. 


SDOrcga  at  tbe  6rax>e 

3u^ae  ®rrtn  1R.  Carter 

Friends  of  Our  Friend:  On  this  beautiful  autumn 
day,  with  God's  sunshine  all  about  us,  we  have 
brought  you  our  dead,  to  lay  him  to  rest  in  his  old 
home.  He  went  out  from  you  a  boy;  he  comes  back 
a  man,  with  all  life's  "honors  thick  upon  him."  Of 
all  the  best  and  bravest  that  you  have  sent  from  your 
midst  to  help  make  our  city  great,  this  man  was 
easily  chief.  His  was  the  rarest  combination  of  heart 
and  brain  that  I  have  ever  known.  In  whatever 
position,  or  with  whatever  surroundings  he  was 
placed,  he  was  the  leader.  He  possessed  a  marvel- 
ous faculty  of  influencing  and  moulding  men.  He  so 
wound  himself  into  their  confidence  and  affection  that 
he  could  do  with  them  as  he  would. 

On  such  an  occasion  as  this  how  insignificant 
appear  mere  earthly  things.  Too  frequently  during 
our  struggles  for  wealth  and  power 

"  Bubbles  we  buy  with  a  whole  soul's  tasking," 

Forgetting  that 

"  Tis  Heaven  alone  that  is  given  away, 
'Tis  only  God  may  be  had  for  the  asking." 


Young  as  he  was,  judged  by  this  highest  and  best 
standard,  his  Hfe  was  ft^Uy  rounded  and  complete. 
The  closed  doors  of  your  business  houses,  this  out- 
pouring of  people,  testify  the  esteem  in  which  he  is 
held  in  his  boyhood  home.  Never  before  has  the 
city  of  his  adoption  been  so  stirred  by  the  death  of 
any  young  man.  Scores  feel  that  they  have  lost  their 
best  friend.  He  was  not  only  their  friend,  but  their 
ideal.  When  we  remember  what  this  man  was  to  us 
we  cry  out:  "We  cannot  give  him  up."  We  will  not 
give  him  up.  His  memory  will  ever  remain  with  us 
a  cherished  heritage  to  inspire  us  to  better  deeds. 
It  must  be  in  taking  him  God  has  some  greater  work 
for  him  to  do.  Those  nearest  and  dearest  to  him, 
to-day  in  the  midst  of  your  great  grief,  must  remem- 
ber, as  he  would  have  you,  the  divine  teaching  of 
the  Psalmist  of  old:  "  The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd  *  *  * 
Though  I  walk  through  the  valley  of  the  shadow  of 
death,  I  will  fear  no  evil,   for  Thou  art  with  me." 

This  afternoon  on  this  beautiful  hillside  we  lay 
away  in  "  God's  acre "  the  earthly  remains  of  our 
friend,  but  his  spirit  is  now  in  the  sunlight  of  the 
eternal  morning.  Brother,  son,  father,  husband,  fare- 
well until  the  to-morrow. 


In  /Remorlam 

Dr,  IRorman  Bri^ae 

The  career  of  Hope  Reed  Cody  was  unique  among 
men.  It  was  shorter  than  the  full  span  of  a  genera- 
tion; yet  in  his  contact  with  the  world  and  in  the 
influence  he  had  acquired  over  all  classes  of  men,  and 
chiefly  the  best,  it  was  phenomenal. 

Young  men  gathered  about  him  instinctively;  they 
loved  and  honored  him  and  would  follow  where  he  led. 
Middle-aged  men  caressed  him  in  affectionate  admi- 
ration. They  had  a  comradeship  with  him  that  was 
confidential  and  natural,  like  child-loving  men  with 
normal  boys.  He  had  easily  traveled  the  road  they 
earlier  found  hard,  and  accomplished  with  little  effort 
the  tasks  they  had  done  with  severe  struggles,  if  they 
had  done  them  at  all.  They  admired  him  for  it,  and 
found  it  easy  to  admire  because  he  was  apparently 
free  from  consciousness  of  superiority  and  from  any 
taint  of  conceit.  A  mixture  of  frankness,  a  keen 
interest  in  others  and  a  subordination  and  control  of 
self,  added  to  his  great  intellectual  endowments,  gave 
him  an  element  of  magnetism  that  was  nearly  irre- 
sistible.      What    lifted     him    most    was    a    method   of 


candor,  an  element  of  personal  and  public  honesty, 
and  ideals  that  were  all  high.  These  gifts,  too,  dis- 
armed criticism  and  made  his  competitors  grow  to  be 
his  friends  and  to  be  in  the  end  among  his  sincerest 
mourners. 

Since  his  death  those  who  knew  him  have  come 
to  tell  the  beautiful  things  they  remember  of  his 
personality  and  life;  and  it  is  all  as  gentle  as  the 
touch  of  velvet  and  has  the  fragrance  of  the  flowers 
they  placed  on  his  casket.  The  best  wreath  of  all  has 
been  their  increasing  warmth  of  friendship  to  each 
ot;her  and  their  tacit  new  pledge  of  loyalty  to  the 
ideals  that  always  actuated  him. 

Men  who  knew  him  familiarly  have  thought  they 
had  fathomed  all  the  depth  of  his  nature  ;  that  they 
had  known  him  under  circumstances  likely  to  test  a 
man,  but  most  of  them  had  only  seen  him  in  the 
normal  conditions  of  life,  in  the  peace  of  smooth  seas 
and  without  mortal  dangers  directly  ahead  of  him.  It 
was  left  to  the  few  who  had  the  pathetic  fortune  to 
see  him  confronted  with  death,  to  discover  a  superi- 
ority of  nature  and  a  grandeur  of  soul  that  made 
them  feel  as  if  their  own  feet  had  been  for  a  brief 
period  lifted  from  the  earth,  and  that  they  had  indeed 
been    in    company    with    one  of    the    angels. 

Warned  that  he  might  have  but  a  few  hours  to 
live,  and  that  not  more  than  one  hour  remained  for 
any     arrangements    he    might    wish    to    make,    he    set 


about  the  task  with  the  same  care  and  economy 
of  words  with  which  he  would  have  gone  about  a 
day's  work.  No  time  must  be  lost  ;  he  had  much  to 
say  and  he  would  hasten.  He  was  probably  soon  to 
depart  on  a  journey  and  there  was  no  time  for 
leisurely  visiting.  He  would  say  what  was  necessarjt 
for  his  family  and  friends  and  for  the  record  of  his 
life,   and  he  would  not  waste  words. 

To  his  wife  he  gave  tender  and  terse  words  of 
counsel  ;  to  his  little  boy  words  that  burned  into  his 
soul,  never  to  be  effaced,  and  left  him  wondering  at 
the  meaning  of  his  gestures  of  agony  at  parting  from 
him. 

With  the  sister  nearest  him  in  age,  with  whom  he 
had  grown  up  and  matured  in  a  twinship  of  thought 
and  fellowship,  he  was  carried  back  in  love  and 
memory  to  the  aspirations  and  trials  of  his  boyhood 
and  youth  and  the  fruitions  of  his  manhood.  He 
crowded  into  minutes  the  expanding  years  of  his  life- 
time. And  the  sweep  of  it  all  he  condensed  into  the 
words  which  they  only  could  fully  understand  : 
"Whatever  may  come  you  and  I  know." 

To  his  partner-brother  he  spoke  as  a  faithful  and 
God-loving  man  would  :  about  his  business,  the 
arrangement  of  his  estate;  the  ordering  of  his  funeral; 
how  it  should  be  conducted  and  who  should  preach 
and  speak  and  sing,  and  even  what  the  music  should  be. 

Later,     his    messages    to    his    parents    and     other 


members  of  his  family  and  to  his  friends,  were  such 
as  a  grand  man  might  give.  They  left  all  who 
received  them  with  a  larger  estimate  of  his  character 
and  with  more  courage  for  their  own  lives. 

No  stoic  would  have  been  calmer;  no  rhapsody  of 
saintship  could  have  made  a  man  more  tranquil.  He 
had  no  fear  or  trepidation  about  the  journey  before 
him,  and  his  friends  should  know  that  he  had  none. 
The  memory  of  no  heat  of  discussion  or  campaigning 
should  make  equivocal  the  fact  that  he  always  had 
believed  in  the  Lord  Jesus  Christ,  and  to  that  end  his 
declarations  were  positive  and  explicit. 

After  his  final  messages  were  all  uttered  a  gentle 
restfulness  and  peace  came  over  him.  Later  he 
dropped  into  a  half-slumber,  from  which  he  awoke  to 
fall  back  into  it  again  and  again,  and  talked  dis- 
jointedly  in  both  realms — as  the  brain  will  work  in 
its  automatism  of  half-consciousness,  unhindered  by 
the  will.  Then  came  little  wafts  of  delirium,  such  as 
often  reveal  a  new  side  of  a  man.  But  there  was  no 
new  side  to  be  revealed  here  save  a  fairer  side  than 
had  been  known  in  his  normal  life.  For  no  one  that 
loved  him  but  would  have  been  glad  to  see  every 
utterance  of  his,  through  that  struggle,  cast  into 
everlasting  bronze,  and  have  been  proud  of  the  record. 

He  showed  in  a  sublime  way  how  a  great  soul 
can  approach  and  cross  the  river.  His  spirit  seemed 
to  cross  over  before  his  poor  body  reached  the  brink. 


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The  Benjamin  of  his  flock  ;  heir  of  all  the  best  of 
his  blessed  parents;  boy  of  precocious  power;  beauti- 
ful and  boyish  youth;  youthful  man;  statesman  and 
the  hope  and  promise  of  statesmanship;  beloved  and 
applauded  by  an  army  of  friends  and  by  strangers 
touched  by  his  triumphs;  fit  material  to  be  spoiled  by 
adulation  and  success,  yet  unspoiled  through  it  all — 
he  has  left  a  record  so  clean,  so  finished  and  so  lofty, 
as  to  challenge  the  admiration  of  women,  the  emula- 
tion of  all  boys,  and  the  ambition  of  good  men 
everywhere. 

Such  a  life  cannot  really  die  out  of  the  world,  and 
in  his  going  the  influence  of  this  matchless  man  has 
been  felt  in  the  spirit  and  motives  of  those  who  knew 
him.  A  beautiful  perfume  once  perceived  is  never 
forgotten;  no  chord  of  sublime  harmony  ever  leaves  a 
music-lover  exactly  as  it  found  him — he  is  changed  a 
little  by  it  and  always  exalted.  And  a  human  soul 
that  touches  men  for  higher  things  is  not  only  not 
lost  to  the  world,  but  through  those  who  are  helped 
it  touches  others,  often  unto  many  generations  of 
beneficent  influence. 

So  Hope  Cody  is  a  living  influence  in  the  world, 
and  will  continue  to  be,  in  a  lesson  the  vital  meaning 
of  which  is:  "As  I  have  loved  you,  so  love  you  one 
another." 


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flDemorial  Scrvicee 

at 

Uhc  IDamilton  Club 

of  Cblcaoo 


"Wovember  19,  \899 


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The  Rev.  Dr.  Haynes 

George  W.  Miller 
Fred  A.  Bangs 

Erasmus  C.  Lindley 

Robert  H.  Wiles 

Martin  B.  Madden 
James  R.  Mann  Rush  C.  Butler 

Christian  C.  Kohlsaat 

Patrick  H.  O'Donnell 
John  H.  Batten 

Roger  Sherman 

Edwin  A.  Munger 
Robert  McMurdy  Albert  C.  Barnes 

John  C.  Everett 

David  S.  Geer 

William  R.  Payne 

Alexander  H.  Revell 
Arthur  Dixon 
Abner  C.  Fish  Conrad  J.  Gundlach 

George  W.  Dixon 

Edward  P.  Barry 
HoYT  King 

Warwick  A.  Shaw 

Gideon  E.  Newman 

Albert  E.  Crowley 

John  B.  Porter 


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prater  bs 

Zbc  IRev.  Dr,  Iba^nee 

Lord,  Thou  hast  been  our  dwelling-place  in  ail 
generations,  before  the  mountains  were  brought  forth, 
or  ever  Thou  hadst  formed  the  earth  and  the  world ; 
even  from  everlasting  to  everlasting,  Thou  art  God. 
Thy  throne,  O  Lord,  is  forever  and  forever;  the  sceptre 
of  Thy  kingdom  is  a  right  sceptre.  Thou  lovest 
righteousness ;  Thou  hatest  iniquity.  Goodness  and 
honor  and  majesty  clothe  Thee  about  ;  strength  and 
beauty  are  in  Thy  sanctuary. 

We  thank  Thee,  O  God,  for  the  privilege  of  asso- 
ciating together  in  this  memorial  of  love.  We  thank 
Thee  for  this  life  that  Thou  didst  give  unto  the  world 
—unto  those  who  knew  and  loved  him ;  unto  those 
who  were  associated  with  him  in  business;  unto  those 
who  knew  him  in  the  home,  who  knew  him  in  the 
church;  unto  those  who  knew  him  not,  but  felt  indi- 
rectly the  influence  of  his  thought  and  the  activity  of 
his  life. 

Oh  God,  we  thank  Thee  for  all  the  private  and 
personal  relationships  of  that  life.  We  pray  that 
Thou    wilt    help    those    who    knew    him    in   these  per- 


sonal  associations,  so  to  cherish  his  memory,  that  it 
may  prove  to  them  a  benediction  of  all  that  is  fine 
and  true  and  tender.  We  thank  Thee  that  Thou 
hast  given  this  life  unto  this  city,  unto  this  common- 
wealth. We  thank  Thee  for  all  that  was  inspiring  in 
his  example  of  civil  duty.  We  thank  Thee,  that 
though  the  body  of  this  friend  has  been  taken  from 
us,  his  spirit  remains  to  consecrate  unto  our  good 
all  that  was  strong  and  beautiful  in  his  life.  May 
the  ministry  of  that  life,  of  its  memory,  create  such 
an  ideal  of  lofty  Americanism  that  the  young  men 
who  have  been  associated  with  him  may  be  inspired 
to  larger  and  nobler  activity.  Give  unto  our  commu- 
nity and  commonwealth  leaders  who  fear  God,  and 
strive  to  work  righteousness  among  the  people.  To 
this  end  may  Thy  benediction  rest  upon  this  Club, 
upon  those  who  have  known  and  felt  this  man's  rare 
power.  Wilt  Thou  help  them  to  realize  that  he  has 
left  them  a  priceless  legacy,  a  legacy  of  love  and 
personality  and  brilliant  leadership,  and  may  his 
memory  never  depart  from  this  place,  but  may  he  be 
an  inspiration,  a  source  of  strength  and  encourage- 
ment unto  those  who  work  here  for  the  great  good 
of  our  city  and  state. 

Bless  us  in  this  memorial  service  to-day.  May 
the  power  and  beauty  of  this  life  be  richly  inter- 
preted unto  us  by  those  who  shall  speak,  and  may 
we  go  forth    from    this   place    with  a  larger  apprecia- 


tion  of  the  manly  virtues  that  shone  out  through  his 
life.  Help  us  in  this  great  city  which  he  loved,  to 
work  out  the  divine  plan  of  God.  Let  the  benedic- 
tion of  his  presence  be  over  us  and  lead  us  by  Thy 
Spirit,   now  and  evermore.     Amen. 


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Ibon.  (Beorge  M.  flDtller 

pre^i^ent  of  tbe  Club 

A  meeting  like  this,  in  whosesoever  memory 
called,  brings  us  together  with  saddened  hearts;  but 
saddened  hearts  little  express  our  feelings  to-day. 
Hope  Reed  Cody  is  dead.  He  slumbers  in  yonder 
churchyard  where  his  sleep  is  undisturbed.  He  rests 
with  his  manly  face  turned  to  the  sky  of  heaven,  and 
when  called  for  the  resurrection  he  will  step  forth 
with  his  face  to  the  rising  sun.  No  more,  save  in 
memory',  will  we  feel  the  grasp  of  his  warm  hand  and 
through  it  the  throbbings  of  his  still  warmer  heart; 
nor  ever  again  will  his  face  throw  sunlight  over 
those  who  gather  here  to  work  out  the  destiny  of 
the  Club  he  loved.  But  though  the  hand,  the  face, 
the  form,  the  voice  are  gone  forever,  oh,  sweet  mem- 
ory of  them  still  abide  with  us,  and  like  a  star  of 
hope  to  the  mariner  on  an  angry  sea,  guide  us,  oh 
guide  us  to  the   end! 

This  is  my  first  opportunity  since  the  death  of  our 
friend,  publicly  to  add  a  flower  to  the  wreaths  which 
have  been  builded  by  those  who  knew  him  and  who 
loved  him;    but,  though  I  was  absent  from  you  as  you 


stood  by  his  bier,  or  by  the  open  grave,  you  who 
knew  the  tie  of  affection  between  us  knew  that  I  was 
mourning  with  you. 

In  the  vigor  of  his  young  manhood,  with  the 
sunlight  of  promise  just  rising  for  him,  he  died;  but 
though  his  years  were  not  many,  he  had  lived  them 
to  a  purpose,  for  are  we  not  here  this  afternoon  with 
aching  hearts,  and  do  not  the  mourners  go  about  the 
streets,  and  has  it  not  been  said  of  him  that  in  his 
untimely  death  the  state  has  lost  a  noble  citizen? 

My  friends,  life  is  sweet  and  worth  the  living. 
Its  possibilities  cannot  be  measured  nor  foretold. 
The  voice  of  humanity  cries  for  noble  men,  and  he 
has  reared  for  himself  an  enduring  monument  who 
has  so  lived  that  he  can  die  in  the  springtime  of  life 
and  leave  a  state  in  mourning. 


Ifreb  H.  Banas 

"Praising  what  is  lost  makes  the  remembrance 
dear." 

Hope  Reed  Cody  was  with  us  and  of  us;  his 
life,  his  energy,  his  ability  and  his  benign  presence 
are  all  ours. 

His  name,  when  uttered  to  us  who  knew  him 
well,  speaks  no  equivocal  language.  It  brings  to  our 
imagination  the  real  presence  of  our  fallen  comrade. 
He  stands  before  us  invested  with  the  grace  of  youth 
and  full  of  the  courage  and  geniality  of  an  unusually 
developed  young  manhood.  When  we  realize  what 
he  really  was  and  think  of  him  as  in  life,  the  door 
seems  to  swing  and  he  steps  into  the  room  radiant 
with  all  those  personal  qualities  which  to  all  who 
knew  him  were  ever  present  with  him  in  life. 

He  was  the  embodiment  of  personal  sunshine  and 
hope.  It  has  been  said  that  he  had  no  enemies.  He 
certainly  had  a  host  of  friends.  His  friendships  were 
spontaneously  engendered  and  utterly  sincere. 

The  Hamilton  Club  bears  indelible  indication  of 
his  labors  and  influence  in  its  behalf.  His  efforts  for 
the  Club  had  almost   magic    result.       To    its    interests 


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he  devoted  that  cheerful,  generous  and  efficient  faith 
and  spirit  which  ever  characterized  all  his   activity. 

It  is  said  that  there  is  no  death  for  a  word  once 
spoken  and  that  all  our  deeds  are  immortal;  that 
nature  herself  is  an  infinite  negative  whereon  are 
accurately  and  permanently  impressed  all  our  acts, 
doings  and  motives,  and  that  this  record  becomes  a 
heritage  to  each  succeeding  generation.  The  earthly 
record  of  him  whom  we  to-day  commemorate  is 
closed  by  death.  His  life,  his  characteristics  are  now 
a  part  of  our  heritage.  His  life  was  largely  symmet- 
rical and  sublime  and  is  classed  among  those  lives 
which  remind  us  that  "We  may  make  our  lives 
sublime." 

While,  to  our  limited  vision,  his  death  may  appear 
untimely  and  inopportune,  yet  to  Him  who  sees  the 
end  from  the  beginning  such  death  was  doubtless  the 
occasion  for  his  translation  to  higher  and  more  im- 
portant trusts.  Nevertheless,  his  end  coming  almost 
at  life's  threshold,  when  all  his  powers  and  aspirations 
were  fresh  and  vigorous,  we  are  impelled  to  mourn 
his  loss  and  to  speak  kindly  and  appreciatingly  of  him. 

Few  men  of  his  age  have  been  called  by  death  to 
surrender  more  ardent  hopes    and    brilliant    prospects. 

The  fortitude  and  manly  courage  that  have  here- 
tofore been  his  charming  personal  characteristics  in 
life,  did  not  fail  or  desert  him  in  the  presence  of  the 
grim  King    of    Terrors.      On    the    contrary,    he    made 


with  calm  composure  detailed  plans  for  his  own 
funeral,  telling  his  family  and  friends,  in  spirit  if  not 
in  the  language  of  John  Quincy  Adams,  under  similar 
circumstances,  "This  is  the  last  of  earth  —  I  am 
content."  And  then  he  wrapped  the  drapery  of  his 
couch    about    him  and    lay  down    to    pleasant  dreams. 

He  was  thus  in  the  repose  of  a  great  soul  while 
he  lived,  and  was  enfolded  in  and  by  the  sublime 
repose  while  descending  the  Dark  Valley. 

He  awaited  the  muffled  oar  beside  the  silent  sea, 
without  fear,  and  was  carried  in  buoyant  hope  to 
that  "house  not  made  with  hands,"  where  he  will 
meet  with  the  higher,  broader  and  nobler  duties  of 
immortal  life. 

He  was  one  of  Wisdom's  children  and  we  inherit, 
possess  and  profit  by  his  legacy.  It  is  our  privi- 
lege, inspired  by  his  example,  to  make  our  lives,  like 
his,  full  of  usefulness,  moved  and  guided  by  lofty 
aspiration. 

May  his  mantle  descend  upon  us. 


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In  perhaps  the  most  memorable  words  ever  spoken 
over  the  mortal  remains  of  man,  either  in  history  or 
in  fiction,  the  speaker  said,  that  he  came  to  bury, 
not  to  praise. 

And  although  they  laid  away  the  body  of  Julius 
Caesar  with  the  eloquence  of  Mark  Antony,  and 
reared  above  it  a  Roman  mausoleum,  yet  they  did 
not  bury  Caesar,  for  the  spirit  of  the  man  lived  on, 
shaping  succeeding  dynasties  and  controlling  the  poli- 
cies of  state,  and  the  principles  for  which  he  stood 
have  exercised  a  potent  influence  upon  every  phase 
of  Roman  life  to  this  day.  So,  my  fellow  members, 
while  we  have  laid  all  that  is  mortal  of  Hope  Reed 
Cody  beneath  the  soil  of  his  native  village,  where 
the  golden-rod,  the  floral  emblem  of  the  state  he 
loved  so  well,  will  shed,  each  fall,  its  amber  above 
his  grave,  yet  we  have  not  buried  Hope  Reed  Cody. 
He  lives — and  as  long  as  this  Club  stands — as  long  as 
it  is  worthy  to  bear  the  name  of  Hamilton — as  long 
as  it  calls  to  its  membership  the  brightest  and  the 
best  of  the  young  republicans  of  this  city,  young  men 


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who  are  willing  to  devote  their  energies,  their  time 
and  their  money  unselfishly  for  the  good  of  their  fel- 
low citizens,  so  long  will  the  spirit  of  Hope  Reed 
Cody  hover  within  its  walls,  an  incentive  to  you  and 
me,  to  emulate  in  some  small  degree,  as  did  he,  the 
career  of  the  matchless  leader  whose  name  this  Club 
bears. 

It  was  not  my  good  fortune  to  have  known  Mr. 
Cody  personally  as  many  of  you  did,  but  I  did  know 
him,  as  a  member  of  this  Club,  as  a  citizen  of 
Chicago  and  as   a  public  official. 

"  Now  that  he  is  gone,  we    think  on  all    he    was  with 

many  a  fear 
Lest    goodness    die    with    him    and    leave   the    coming 

year. " 

While  none  of  us  have  anything  but  highest  praise 
for  the  untiring  devotion  which  all  those  who  were 
associated  with  him  in  his  administration  gave  to 
their  duties  as  officials  of  this  Club,  and  while  we 
recognize  their  unselfishness  and  their  patriotism  in 
the  work,  yet  you  must  agree  with  me  when  we  look 
back  upon  the  splendid  record  made  during  the  last 
year,  that  they  seem  but  foot-hills — measureless  dis- 
tances— from  the  one  central  figure  about  which 
they   were    grouped. 

While  we  are  deeply  grieved  at  his  early  death, 
which     came     "like     the     untimely     frost    upon     the 


fairest  flower,"  yet  we  congratulate  ourselves  that  we 
had  him  for  a  time  as  our  leader.  I  know  of  no 
other  member  of  the  thousand  young  men  in  this 
Club  who  possess  to  such  a  marked  degree  so  many 
of   the    characteristics    of  our   patron    saint. 

I  know  that  it  usually  seems  affected  to  compare 
one  of  our  fellow  citizens  to  any  of  the  great  leaders 
of  the  Revolution,  and  I  am  not  here  to  say  that 
Hope  Reed  Cody  was  as  great  in  all  things  as 
Alexander  Hamilton,  but  they  had  many  character- 
istics in  common — both  of  them  always  ahead  of 
their  years.  At  nineteen  both  were  out  of  college, 
at  an  age  when  many  of  us  were  just  entering;  at 
twenty  both  engaged  in  journalism  ;  at  twenty-nine, 
when  Mr.  Cody  died,  we  find  him  doing  what  Ham- 
ilton was  doing  at  twenty-nine  —  standing  on  the 
threshold  of  what  promised  to  be  a  remarkable  career 
at  the   bar. 

It  is  true  that  from  twenty  to  twenty-nine  their 
lives  can  be  more  easily  contrasted  than  compared. 
That  period  of  life  with  Hamilton  was  spent  in  serv- 
ices upon  the  field  of  battle,  side  by  side  with  the 
great  leader  of  the  Colonists.  He  endured  the  hard- 
ships and  exhibited  the  bravery  and  courage  ever 
exhibited  by  the  heroes  of  nations  when  fighting  in 
defense  of  their  country's  rights.  It  is  far  from  me 
to  belittle  in  any  way  the  bravery  and  courage  which 
the    people    have    always    seen    fit    to    attribute  to  its 


warriors,  yet  I  say  unto  you  that  there  is  a  higher 
courage  and  a  greater  bravery  than  that  of  the 
soldier. 

I  have  seen  the  temptations  which  come  with 
popularity  in  a  social  and  political  way  engulf  in 
their  seducing  charms  the  brightest  and  brainiest  men 
of  my  class,  drawing  them  from  the  path  of  integrity 
and  honesty  until  they  left  their  alma  mater  in  shame 
and  disgrace.  On  the  other  hand  I  have  seen  my 
fellow-mates  laugh  at  the  bursting  shells  of  the 
enemy  above  their  heads,  as  brave  young  men  as 
ever  followed  their  flag  or  defended  their  country's 
honor,  and  not  one  of  them  evidenced  the  slightest 
design  of  turning  from  the  danger  which  he  en- 
countered. 

So  I  say  to  you,  that  Hope  Reed  Cody,  a  citizen 
of  this  city,  entering  actively  into  the  political  duties 
of  a  citizen,  working  in  ward  and  Club,  for  what  he 
conceived  was  right  in  municipal  affairs,  and  standing 
at  twenty-nine  with  reputation  unstained  and  charac- 
ter unsullied  by  the  waves  of  political  corruption, 
which  year  after  year  sweep  over  this  city,  threaten- 
ing to  draw  into  their  seething  caldron  every  man 
who  dares  to  do  his  duty,  showed  as  brave  and  coura- 
geous a  heart  as  ever  beat  in  the  breast  of  any 
American  sailor  or  soldier. 

Again  I  say  unto    you,    all    is    not    lost    to    us    of 


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Hope  Reed  Cody,   for  there  was   some    truth    as    well 
as  poetry  in  the  words  of  the  bard  : 

"He  who  wins  his  love  loses; 
He  who  loses  gains, 
For  the  spirit  ever  woos  her 
As  a  soul  without  a  stain. 

In  the  land  of  dreams  beholds  her 
In  the  land  of  dreams  among: 

When  all  the  world  wax  colder 
And  all  the  songs  are  sung; 

Yet  in  memory  he  sees  her 

Ever  fair  and  kind  and  young." 

So  that  you  and  I  as  we  grow  older,  as  our  high 
ideas  of  civic  virtue,  of  integrity  in  public  life,  of  un- 
selfish devotion  to  others'  interests  grow  vague  and 
indefinite  and  fade  into  the  past,  and  we  see  each 
other  sacrificing  principle  for  policy,  betraying  others' 
rights  for  self-interest,  traveling  inland  and  heeding 
less  the  great  world  without,  our  imagination  will  at 
times  turn  backward,  and  roaming  through  days 
which  never  come  again,  we  will  behold  in  all  the 
beauty  of  his  youth  this  young  and  kindly  man,  un- 
harmed and  undefiled  by  the  sins  of  this  world,  with 
resistless  energy  devoting  the  best  and  happiest  years 
of  his  life  to  the  interest  of  this,  our  Club  and  of 
this,   our  city. 


Ibon.  IRobert  lb.  Mtlea 

You  will  remember  that  as  the  henchman  of  Rod- 
erick Dhu  sped  from  glen  to  glen  through  the  High- 
lands, carrying  the  cross  of  fire  that  called  Clan 
Alpine  to  battle,  he  came  upon  the  kinsmen  of 
Duncan,  bearing  his  body  to  its  last  home ;  and 
as  the  mourners  wound  their  way  along  the  rugged 
mountain  path  they  sang  a  dirge  which  is  not  only 
one  of  the  most  beautiful  recorded  expressions  of 
human  grief,  but,  considering  the  differences  of  place 
and  circumstance,  is  peculiarly  appropriate  to  the 
occasion  that  brings  us  together. 

He  is  gone  on  the  mountain. 

He  is  lost  to  the  forest, 
Like  a  summer-dried  fountain. 

When  our  need  was  the  sorest. 
The  font,   reappearing, 

From  the  raindrops  shall  borrow, 
But  to  us  comes  no  cheering, 

To  Duncan  no  morrow  ! 

The  hand  of  the  reaper 

Takes  the  ears  that  are  hoary, 

But  the  voice  of  the  weeper 
Wails  manhood  in  glory. 


The  autumn  winds  rushing 

Waft  the  leaves  that  are  searest, 

But  our  flower  was  in  flushing, 
When  blighting  was  nearest. 

Fleet  foot  on  the  correi, 

Sage  council  in  cumber, 
Red  hand  in  the  foray. 

How  sound  is  thy  slumber ! 
Like  the  dew  on  the  mountain, 

Like  the  foam  on  the  river. 
Like  the  bubble  on  the  fountain. 

Thou  art  gone,   and  forever  ! 

Only  a  few  months  ago  this  Club  met  in  a  great 
banquet  hall  to  congratulate  its  outgoing  president 
upon  the  successful  close  of  a  record-making  year;  to 
pour  at  his  feet  unstmted  but  well-earned  praise;  to 
estimate  the  foundation  of  character  and  endeavor  he 
had  already  laid,  and  to  predict  the  splendid  super- 
structure of  achievement  which  he  was  to  build  upon 
it  in  the  coming  years.  No  encomium  was  too  strong 
to  characterize  his  past;  no  hope  seemed  extravagant 
as  we  looked  forward  to  his  future.  "Our  flower 
was  in  flushing,"  but  close  at  hand  lurked  the  unseen 
shadow  of  that  blighting  which  was  so  soon  to  wither 
all  our  hopes.  And  now,  in  this  brief  lapse  of  time, 
the  end  has  come.  The  never-weary  brain  is  stilled, 
the  masterful  hand  is  at  rest.  The  foundation  of 
splendid    young     manhood     is     a    sacred    memory — a 


monument  safe  against  the  ravages  of  time;  but  the 
superstructure  of  which  we  dreamed  shall  never  be 
built.     The  life  work  of  Hope  Reed  Cody  is  done. 

We  call  his  death  untimely,  and  it  seems  a  rever- 
sal of  nature  that  he  is  stricken  down  at  the  very 
threshold  of  a  great  career,  while  thousands  linger 
superfluous  on  the  stage  of  life,  through  the  slow 
decadence  of  their  powers.  If  life  is  to  be  measured 
by  mere  length  of  days,  his  end  is  indeed  untimely; 
but  to  my  mind,  all  of  life  worth  living  is  made  up 
of  those  hours  of  inspiration  when  the  heart  throbs 
quicker,  when  the  brain  works  faster,  when  the  pulse 
beats  stronger,  when  all  the  sentiments  and  all  the 
emotions  are  called  into  play,  when  hope  and  cour- 
age, tenderness  and  love  lift  us  for  the  time  above 
our  normal  selves.  Such  hours  of  exaltation  give  life 
its  only  value,  and  the  intermediate  stretches  of  dull 
monotony  are  endurable  only  because  they  are  inter- 
mediate. Measured  by  this  scale,  Hope  Reed  Cody's 
life  had  reached  the  fullest  standard  of  completeness, 
for  he  had  sounded  all  the  heights  and  depths  of 
human  effort  and  emotion;  had  known  joy  and  grief, 
hope  and  love;  struggle  and  success;  had  reached,  in 
fact,   the  full  stature  of  an  accomplished  manhood. 

If  our  dead  friend  could  have  worked  on  till  his 
years  were  doubled,  and  his  deeds  increased  tenfold, 
he  could  have  been  no  greater  to  us  who  knew  him 
— no  dearer  to  all    that   loved    him.     The    measure   of 


a  man  is  what  he  is,  not  what  he  does,  and  effort 
and  achievement  are  only  of  consequence  as  the 
outward  manifestation  of  his  inner  self.  Every  act  of 
Hope  Reed  Cody's  recent  life  bore  the  stamp  of 
splendid  character;  his  past  was  ample  warrant  for 
his  future,  and  no  future,  however  brilliant  or  how- 
ever solid,   could   have  added  to  his  intrinsic  worth. 

But  even  if  it  be  true  that  this  swift  ending  robs 
our  dear  friend  of  no  share  of  his  birthright,  we  who 
survive  him  have  none  the  less  sustained  an  immeas- 
urable loss.  He  was  a  born  leader.  He  had  great 
power;  and  he  had,  besides,  what  forceful  men 
often  lack,  infinite  tact,  patience  and  courtesy,  and 
an  unerring  sense  of  the  relative  proportion  of 
things.  He  had  no  enemies;  he  was  hampered  by  no 
jealousies.  Most  men  reach  the  heights  of  success 
only  by  arduous  toil,  constantly  impeded  by  the  nat- 
ural difficulties  of  the  way,  and  hindered  by  those 
who  would  outstrip  them  in  the  race.  He  was  one 
of  those  souls  so  gifted  as  to  know  no  obstacles — so 
endowed  as  to  command  instinctive  recognition.  He 
had  the  right  of  way  by  unanimous  consent.  Such  a 
man,  animated  by  right  motives,  and  impelled  by 
honorable  ambition,  is  a  constant  inspiration  to  his 
fellows.  His  life  multiplies  itself  in  other  lives;  and 
his  death  robs  the  community  of  a  beneficent  motive 
force. 


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I  need  not  dwell  upon  the  significance  of  this 
bereavement  to  the  Hamilton  Club.  We,  who  were 
his  fellow  members,  know  well  the  ceaseless  energy, 
the  constant  devotion  with  which  he  labored  for  the 
Club's  advancement.  The  year  of  his  presidency  set 
a  mark  unapproached  and  unapproachable;  and  how- 
ever great  this  organization  may  become,  the  historian 
who  faithfully  writes  its  record  will  find  the  turning 
point  of  its  career  in  the  splendid  term  of  Hope  Reed 
Cody.  This  great  success  was  due,  not  alone  to  his 
own  tireless  exertions,  but  largely  to  the  willing 
co-operation  of  every  member  with  whom  he  came  in 
contact.  To  know  him  was  to  love  him,  and  to  love 
him  was  to  serve  him  without  cavil  or  question. 
This  was  true  of  the  whole  body  of  our  membership, 
but  it  was  true  in  a  special  sense  of  the  band  of 
young  men  in  the  Club,  to  whom  he  was  like  a 
brother.  Their  loyalty  and  devotion  to  him  knew  no 
bounds.  Led  by  him,  they  were  the  impelling  force 
that  swept  the  Club  forward  and  fixed  the  lines  of 
its  movement.  Under  his  leadership  they  would  have 
been  a  power  in  the  Club  and  in  the  State,  and  his 
death  not  only  takes  away  the  guiding  spirit  of  their 
fellowship,  but  brings  to  each  of  them  a  personal  and 
sacred  grief.  Nevertheless,  they  have  the  imperish- 
able recollection  of  his  love,  the  lasting  impress  of 
his  character;  and  long  after  the  rushing  waves  of 
life  have  covered  the  spot  where  he  went  down — when 


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his  loss  is  still  a  tender,  but  no  longer  a  painful 
memory — his  influence  will  be  a  living  force  in  all 
their  hearts. 

But  when  I  read  that  Hope  Reed  Cody  was 
dead  my  first  thought  was  not  for  the  State,  nor  for 
the  Club,  nor  for  myself,  but  for  his  father  and  his 
mother.  We  have  all  sustained  a  great  loss;  they  have 
met  with  a  calamity.  Compared  with  them  the  rest 
of  us  are  as  strangers.  He  was  of  their  flesh  and 
blood,  and  in  him  their  souls  were  born  again.  In 
this,  their  hour  of  grief,  they  stand  together,  apart 
from  all  the  world,  but,  though  they  share  a  common 
sorrow,  each  bears  a  different  and  clearly  dis- 
tinguishable loss. 

To  the  mother  such  a  son  as  Hope  is  counselor, 
friend  and  protector — a  shield  and  a  support.  Her  just 
pride  in  him  is  boundless  and  she  looks  up  to  him 
with  grateful  wonder  that  he  is  indeed  her  son.  But 
however  much  she  leans  upon  and  trusts  him,  her 
thoughts  go  back,  half  regretfully,  to  his  cradle.  She 
never  quite  releases  the  baby  fingers  that,  in  their 
first  conscious  movement,  clutched  aimlessly  at  her 
breast.  The  tender  name  by  which  she  knew  him 
first  comes  involuntarily  to  her  lips  when  she  speaks 
to  him  or  of  him,  though  its  utterance  may  be 
checked  by  sudden  recollection  of  the  dignity  of  his 
mature  manhood.  However  great  his  achievements 
may  be,   to  her  fond  heart  the   red-letter   days    of    his 


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career  are  in  the  dawning  years  of  his  life.  His  first 
smile,  his  first  notice  of  color  or  of  the  motes  danc- 
ing in  the  sunbeam,  his  first  unassisted  step,  span- 
ning the  little  space  to  her  outstretched  hands,  the 
first  lispings  of  his  infant  speech — all  the  landmarks 
of  his  growth  of  body  and  of  mind  —  these  are  the 
events  that,  to  her,  outlive  in  recollection  all  the 
later  deeds  that  make  his  fame.  While  he  lives  her 
eyes  look  back  through  his  present  to  his  past,  and 
when  he  dies  she  loses,  not  only  the  friend  and 
companion,   but  the  baby  of  long  ago. 

If  the  mother  looks  backward  to  the  cradle  of  her 
son,  the  father's  gaze  is  always  on  his  future.  From 
the  moment  the  boy  is  born  he  is  the  embodiment, 
to  the  father,  of  all  the  possibilities  of  a  noble  man- 
hood; and  while  the  limit  of  the  baby's  world  is  still 
the  narrow  circle  of  his  mother's  arms,  the  father's 
impatient  hopes  run  forward  along  the  years  and 
trace  all  the  steps  of  his  advancement. 

Naturally  enough,  too,  the  way  he  thus  marks  out 
for  his  boy  is  that  which  in  the  years  of  his  own 
early  manhood  seemed  opening  before  him;  and 
every  milestone  in  its  course  is  the  memorial  of 
some  dream  of  his  own  bj'gone  youth.  The  son  is 
thus  made  successor  to  the  father's  inmost  self,  in- 
heritor of  his  genius  and  realizer  of  his  ideals.  In 
him  the  father  sees  his  own  better  nature,  freed  from 
every    marring    imperfection,   advancing    from  strength 

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to  strength,  and  atoning,  by  ceaseless  successes,  for 
his  own  failures  and  shortcomings.  "  The  boy  is  the 
father's  hope  and  inspiration ;  and  in  his  death  the 
father  is  bereft,  not  only  of  his  son,  but  of  the  crown 
of  his  own  life — the  promise  of  his  own  future. 

As  we  stand  here,  my  friends,  in  the  shadow  of 
this  great  misfortune,  I  mourn  with  you  the  loss 
sustained  by  the  state  and  the  community;  I  deplore 
the  calamit)'  that  has  befallen  this  Club,  and  I  share 
the  personal  grief  that  has  come  to  each  one  of  its 
members ;  but  when  I  think  of  the  father  and  the 
mother  of  this  splendid  son,  my  heart  bleeds  as  if  he 
had  been  my  own. 


"toon.  flDartin  B.  ^l^a^^e^ 

It  was  my  privilege  to  be  counted  among  the  friends 
of  the  man,  to  honor  whose  memory  this  distinguished 
body  of  gentlemen  meet  to-day.  I  loved  him  for  his 
many  virtues.  He  was  a  loyal  citizen  of  Chicago;  his 
life  was  devoted  to  the  advancement  of  its  interests; 
he  knew  no  work  too  hard,  no  obstacle  too  great  to 
overcome,  where  the  upbuilding  of  the  city  of  his 
adoption  was  the  object. 

He  was  a  distmguished  member  of  this  Club;  to 
his  untiring  work  and  genius  it  owes  its  present 
standing  in  the  community;  his  name  and  work  are 
indelibly  inscribed  on  the  pages  of  its  history;  they 
will  stand  before  the  generations  that  are  to  follow 
us,  as  a  monument  to  his  fearless  honesty  and 
ability. 

His  genial  disposition,  courteous  bearing  and  ac- 
commodating nature  made  him  highly  esteemed  and 
a  much  beloved  man. 

He  will  be  missed  by  all  who  knew  him.  He  was 
modest  and  unassuming,  charitable  and  forgiving  ;  he 
was  a  noble  citizen,  he  had  the  confidence  of  the 
community.  We  all  looked  forward  with  pleasant 
anticipations  to  the  great    career  that  lay  before   him. 


He  claimed  no  superior  wisdom  but  he  was  fa- 
miliar with  all  the  great  questions  of  the  day.  He 
was  proud  of  the  party  of  which  he  was  an  honored 
member. 

He  loved  Chicago  and  gloried  in  her  supremacy. 
He  was  a  wise  counselor,  a  safe  adviser,  a  true 
friend,  a  man  on  whose  judgment  one  could  rely. 

His  systematic  methods,  his  wide  knowledge  and 
uniform  courtesy,  made  his  advice  much  sought  after 
on  all  matters  relating  to  the  affairs  of  this  Club.  In 
his  social  relations  he  was  greatly  admired.  He  had 
a  wide  circle  of  friends.  He  was  a  man  of  fine  at- 
tainments. His  life  was  one  of  loving  kindness, 
such  as  makes  the  world  better,  home  brighter, 
friends  dearer. 

He  is  at  rest  from  his  labors.  His  memory  will 
remain  dear  to  our  hearts  during  the  few  remaining 
years  of  life.  The  recollections  of  our  association 
with  him  in  the  past  will  serve  to  lighten  the  bur- 
den of  sorrow  caused  bj'  his  untimely  death. 

His  home  life  was  one  of  continued  sunshine,  one 
of  joy,  happiness  and  contentment.  The  loving  wife 
who  watched  over  him  during  the  last  days  of  sick- 
ness, with  a  devotion  and  affection  that  always  light- 
ened the  burdens  and  cares  of  his  busy  life,  will 
mourn  his  loss.  We  can  sympathize  with  her  in 
her  affliction,  but  our  sympathy  will  fall  far  short  of 
filling  the  void   caused   by    the    death  of  our  esteemed 


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friend,  our  fellow  citizen,  and  his  friends  will  be  glad 
to  know  that  his  former  associates  have  so  far  re- 
membered the  work  and  life  of  Hope  Reed  Cody  as 
to  pay  this  last  beautiful  tribute  to  his  memory. 

No  one  could  feel  the  death  of  a  citizen  more 
than  I  feel  that  of  Mr.  Cody.  Our  relations  were  of 
the  most  friendly  nature.  His  faults  were  few,  his 
virtues  many. 

The  members  of  this  Club  whom  he  so  ably  rep- 
resented as  its  president,  loved  him  for  his  manly 
qualities,  his  honesty  of  purpose,  and  his  unselfish 
devotion  to  their  interests.  It  is  fitting  that  the 
Club  should  meet  to-day,  to  honor  the  memory  of 
the  man  who  distinguished  himself  as  its  presiding 
officer,  and  lent  added  luster  to  the  name  of  the 
great  statesman  in  whose  honor  it  was  named.  This 
tribute   is  one   worthy  of  the  Club. 


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IRusb  C.  Butler 

Though  I  were  to  possess  the  power  of  mind 
and  sweetness  of  speech,  which  were  so  notably 
his,  the  tribute  of  words  I  venture  to  offer  to  the 
memory  of  Hope  Reed  Cody  must  fail,  even  as  a 
minute  fails  of  eternity.  To  have  known  him  was 
a  privilege  rare  among  men;  to  have  been  his 
friend  was  a  bounteous  bestowal  of  the  Providence 
of  God.  As  I  knew  him  in  the  walks  of  life,  saw 
him  from  day  to  day,  conversed  and  was  happy 
with  him,  I  marveled  at  the  might  of  his  mind; 
not  a  faculty  blemished,  not  a  function  impaired, 
no  interference  or  friction  between  the  working  parts; 
and  withal,  every  mental  quality  as  clean-cut  and 
brilliant  as  a  diamond. 

If  I  were  to  characterize  him  by  the  quality  of  his 
heart,  which  distinguished  him  and  set  him  apart 
from  and  above  his  fellow  men,  I  would  call  him 
Love.  I  trust  I  am  not  carried  from  the  truth  by 
blind  affection  when  I  say  that,  of  the  younger  men 
in  Chicago,  he  loved  most  and  was  most  loved.  His 
was  so  fine  as  well  as  so  large  a  capacity  for  loving, 
that  it  not  only  dispelled  all  jealousy  among  the  rivals 
for  his  affection,  but  bound  them,  almost  as  closely  as 
to  him,   one   to   another.       Such  was    the    grandeur    of 


his   soul   that  the   more  of   us    he  loved,    the    stronger 
was  his  love  for  each  one  of  us. 

My  thoughts  of  him  at  this  time  are  almost  wholly 
connected  with  the  Hamilton  Club,  as  it  was  here  I 
first  met  him,  in  the  old  quarters  on  Lake  Park 
Avenue,  and  it  is  in  connection  with  the  Hamilton 
Club  I  wish  now  to  speak  of  him.  At  the  time  of 
our  first  meeting,  he  had  already  endeared  himself  to 
many  of  the  hearts  and  homes  of  this  city  by  his 
brilliant  leadership  of  the  United  Christian  Endeavor 
Societies  of  the  South  Side.  He  was  at  that  time 
also  the  beloved  chief  of  a  fraternity  whose  member- 
ship numbered  far  into  the  thousands.  His  ability  as 
a  leader  this  Club  had  already  recognized  by  making 
him  chairman  of  its  most  important  committee.  At 
the  subsequent  election  he  received  the  unanimous 
vote  of  the  Club  for  President.  His  genius  could 
have  no  better  field  in  which  to  prove  itself.  His 
quick  wit,  his  gentle  way,  his  ability  and  loving 
kindness  combined  to  form  an  indefinable  something 
which  drew  forth  the  respect  and  love  of  every 
one  who  knew  him.  He  had  as  perfect  command 
over  men  of  sixty  as  over  men  of  twenty-five.  To 
the  task  assigned  by  him,  each  one  went  with 
youthful  delight.  The  enthusiasm  of  his  spirit  was 
contagious.  His  mere  suggestion  of  good  that  might 
be  done  for  the  Club  took  us  from  our  work  and 
put  us  at  his    command;    it    untied   the    purse    strings 


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of  the  treasury  and  turned  loose  the  dollars  by  hun- 
dreds and  thousands ;  it  sent  members  the  length 
and  breadth  of  the  country  on  missions  for  the 
Club ;  it  took  Senators  and  Congressmen  from  their 
professional  and  political  duties,  and  enlisted  their 
services  under  his  direction ;  judges  adjourned  their 
courts  and  came  from  the  bench  in  answer  to  his  call; 
the  men  who  represent  the  energy  and  wealth  of  the 
nation  gave  gladly  and  liberally  of  their  time  and 
money  when  he  told  them  it  was  for  the  Club's  bene- 
fit. Consulting  with  a  score  of  committees  and  a 
thousand  working  members,  enlarging  the  policies  of 
the  Club;  getting  out  from  under  one  tremendous 
load  of  responsibility  only  to  assume  another,  during 
the  entire  year  of  his  matchless  leadership,  never  was 
there  protest,  or  objection  to  his  plans.  Nothing  save 
a  constitutional  prohibition  could  have  prevented  his 
unanimous  election  to  succeed  himself  as  chief  execu- 
tive. His  record  as  President  need  not  now  be  re- 
cited. It  is  an  open  book  before  us  all.  The  warmth 
and  light  that  radiated  from  his  heart  revived  the  dor- 
mant energies  of  the  Club  and  thrilled  it  with  a  new 
life.  To  his  efforts  is  due  the  splendid  success  now 
attained.  The  prevailing  harmony  and  good-will 
among  the  members  pay  tribute  to  his  name.  He 
transformed  this  Club  into  a  fraternity.  It  is  from 
this  day  forward  our  sacred  duty  to  make  the  Hamilton 
Club  of  Chicago  a  monument  to  his  memory. 


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Ibon.  3amee  1R,  flDann 

He  budded  out  in  early  youth  and  blossomed  with 
full  brilliancy  in  early  manhood.  And  he  was  growing 
larger  and  stronger  and  more  beautiful  in  character 
when  he  was  taken  away.  He  had  a  mind  strong  and 
firm,  but  this  was  not  his  leading  characteristic.  He 
had  a  peculiar  charm  of  personal  affection  which  clus- 
tered men  around  him  because  they  loved  him  and 
wished  to  please  him.  In  his  ability  to  control  the 
actions  of  others  and  to  thus  accomplish  his  under- 
takings through  love  instead  of  force  or  fear,  he  was 
truly  great. 

His  introduction  into  Republican  politics,  and 
almost  his  introduction  to  his  political  neighbors,  was 
his  appointment  as  one  of  the  five  town  committee- 
men from  his  ward,  and  his  election  as  chairman  of 
the  Hyde  Park  Republican  Town  Committee  when 
that  committee  was  authorized  to  select  the  candi- 
dates for  constables  in  the  Town  of  Hyde  Park. 
There  were  many  candidates  and  his  chairmanship 
gave  him  a  wielding  influence.  But  he  handled  him- 
self so  graciously  and  so  discreetly  as  to  gain  the 
confidence  of  the  politicians,  always  on  the  lookout 
for  a  rising  star. 


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I  watched  his  rapid  development  with  almost 
amazement,  but  I  noticed  how  his  soul  seemed  to 
enlarge  with  each  new  enterprise.  His  memory  has 
grown  upon  me  since  his  death  as  his  personality 
grew  upon  me  during  his  life.  It  seems  so  sad  that 
one  so  young,  so  brilliant,  so  true  and  so  filled  with 
all  the  best  there  is  in  man,  should  be  taken  out  of 
the  world,  which  needed  his  service  so  much. 

My  affection  for  him  is  well  known.  Those  who 
met  him  for  the  first  time  began  to  have  their  heart 
strings  pulled  by  his  genial  presence.  But  we  had 
lived  as  neighbors — only  three  doors  apart.  My  only 
boy  and  his  only  boy  were  fond  playmates.  We  had 
worked  together  in  our  precinct  club  and  at  the 
polls  ;  in  the  politics  of  the  ward  and  of  the  city,  as 
well  as  of  the  Hamilton  Club.  We  had  frolicked 
together  like  boys  at  West  Baden,  and  had  walked 
through  the  dust  and  the  heat,  with  grime  and  sweat 
on  our  faces  and  tears  in  our  eyes  and  hearts  at 
Montauk,  when  the  country's  soldier  boys  returned 
from  Cuba.  We  had  bathed  and  swam  together  at 
Ocean  Grove,  and  walked  and  driven  together  admir- 
ing, with  swelling  pride,  the  beautiful  and  stately 
buildings  and  the  magnificent  streets  of  the  capital  of 
the  nation.  We  had,  in  thought,  traversed  the 
mountains  of  California  over  which  ran  the  scenic 
railroad    in    which    he    was    interested.      We    watched 


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with  equal  anxiety  the  passage  of  a  bill  through  Con- 
gress and  rejoiced  with  equal  gladness  when  it  be- 
came a  law. 

He  confided  in  me  the  secrets  of  his  heart,  when 
disappointment  came  in  place  of  the  Mastership 
which  he  had  expected,  as  well  as  when  his  worth 
was  recognized  by  his  appointment  as  election  com- 
missioner. 

It  is  no  wonder  that  I  learned  to  love  him  and  to 
look  upon  him  as  partly  my  own.  Neither  of  us 
ever  said  an  impatient  word  to  the  other.  Each  was 
always  willing  to  defer  to  the  other,  and  there  was 
one  friend  to  whom  we  both  deferred — the  one  who 
made  us  first  acquainted  and  who  always  retained  the 
equal  affection  of  our  hearts. 

But  a  year  ago  I  helped  to  lay  away  one  of  my 
dearest  friends,  whom  I  regarded  somewhat  in  the 
light  of  one  of  my  boys.  Again  the  inevitable  has 
come.  I  would  feel  bowed  with  sorrow  if  I  did  not 
remember  that  these  two  always  looked  adversity 
smilingly  in  the  face  and  marched  on  with  the  bravery 
of  great  soldiers. 


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1bon»  Cbri0tian  C»  Ikobleaat 

Hope  Reed  Cody — dead.  I  close  my  eyes  and 
see  him  now.  Alert,  keen,  kindly,  manly  and  handsome. 
Such  an  one  as  good  men  and  women  honor  and  love 
at  first  sight.  In  all  my  experience  with  and  observa- 
tion of  men,  young  and  old,  I  have  never  seen  one 
who  so  instantly  commanded  respect  and  admiration 
as  he  did.  My  acquaintance  with  him  was  almost 
wholly  in  those  fields  so  honorably  occupied  by  the 
Hamilton  Club,  the  genius  and  force  of  which  Club 
his  bright  life  most  strikingly  typified. 

Clear,  logical  and  forceful  in  thought ;  elegant, 
captivating  and  convincing  in  speech;  he  never  failed 
to  impress  his  audience  in  a  marvelous  manner. 

Of  his  public  career  I  need  not  speak,  for,  young 
though  he  was,  all  Chicago  had  abundant  opportunity 
to  judge  him. 

To  me  he  was  as  a  younger  brother.  His  many 
delightful  attentions  abundantly  testified  to  me  his 
loving,  generous  spirit,  for  I  had  no  special  claim  upon 
him.  It  was  just  his  nature.  He  was  more  than 
kind,  he  was  aggressively  and  tactfully  thoughtful. 
He  came  into  one's  presence  as  a  sunbeam,  warm 
and  effulgent,  and  he  came  often. 


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Many  of  you  are  young  men,  as  was  he,  but  you 
may  not,  for  this  cause,  claim  him  as  pecuHarly  your 
own,  for  the  honest  heart  is  always  young.  The  hair 
may  be  gray;  the  hand  may  tremble;  the  body  may 
be  weak  and  the  limbs  refuse  to  carry  their  burden; 
but  the  spirit  is  undimmed  and  loves  and  entwines 
eternally.  So  Hope  Reed  Cody  came  into  the  affec- 
tions of  those  who  seemed  to  most  of  you  to  be  men 
living  entrenched  within  impregnable  and  repellent 
reserve.  They  grieve  with  you  to-day.  How  keen, 
then,  must  be  the  sorrow  of  the  wife  and  parents. 
With  tear-dimmed  eyes  and  bowed  heads  we  tender 
them  the  consolation  of  our  profound  sympathy.  His 
day  was  short  and  brilliant.  His  night  came  all  too 
soon.  While  yet  there  lingered  in  his  heart  our  sad 
"good  nights"  he  woke  to  hear  the  angels  say  "good 
morning."  So  melts  life's  nightfall  into  heaven's 
dawn.  God  grant  his  mantle  has  fallen  on  some  of 
you,   that  his  kind   may  not  perish   from  the  earth. 


n 


patricJi  lb,  ®'2)onnell 

It  is  one  of  life's  great  blessings  that  we  are 
raised  by  the  influence  of  the  sweet  youth  that  has 
gone  before.  It  is  so  with  a  great  life.  It  is  one  of 
life's  blessings  that  the  influence  of  noble  actions 
seems  to  roll  back  upon  our  souls  and  fills  us  with 
noble    impulses    and    higher  motives. 

I  scarce  knew  our  dead  brother,  but  it  seemed  to 
me  that  if  God  ever  wanted  again  to  re-preach  the 
sermon  on  the  mount,  it  could  be  done  over  the 
grave  of  Hope  Reed  Cody,  because  it  is  from  there 
that  the  true  life  of  men  seems  again  to  arise  and  be 
proclaimed  to  his  brethren.  I  knew  him  but  little, 
but  in  what  I  did  know  in  his  life  it  seemed  to 
me  that  his  heart  was  set  on  following  the  harmony 
of  nature,  as  man  is  destined  to  follow  it.  Every  act 
of  his  life  seemed  to  be  prompted  by  a  Christian 
motive.  We  speak  of  him  as  a  member  of  this 
Club,  as  we  would  speak  of  our  brother,  if  the 
circle  about  the  hearthstone  should  be  broken  and 
he  be  called  to  his  rest.  Hope  Reed  Cody  was  more 
than  a  m.ember  of  this  Club — more  than  a  member  of 
our  party.      He  was  more  than  a  party  man.     He  was 


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a  full  grown  patriot;  one  of  the  few  men  who  have 
come  into  my  life  who  seem  to  have  espoused  poli- 
tics for  the  pure  idea  of  elevating  our  country  and 
the  common  brotherhood  of  all  mankind.  In  this 
Club,  where  I  came  as  a  stranger,  and  where  I  met 
him,  I  felt  at  home.  I  met  him  as  a  brother  and 
met  its  members  as  a  brother.  I  always  had  the  pos- 
sibilities of  his  future  in  my  mind  from  the  first  time 
I  met  him,  but  it  took  possession  of  me  that  night 
when  I  saw  the  nation's  gathering  of  heroes  from 
the  South  and  from  the  Northland,  when  with  him  as 
President,  this  Club  spoke  out  the  brotherly  love  that 
Grant  meant  when  he  said  at  Appomattox  "Let  us 
have  peace."  It  was  then  that  I  recognized  his 
power  and  said  that  he  was  one  of  those  who  stand 
as  a  tower  among  our  great  men. 

He  was  a  man  who  attempted  to  harmonize  the 
discords  of  our  people  and  to  bring  them  into  a  com- 
mon brotherhood,  and  as  such  stamped  himself  as 
one  of  our  great  patriots.  When  music  is  gone,  we 
seem  again  to  hear  it  as  it  rolls  back  and  to  give 
it  out  from  our  own  souls;  so  when  a  great  life 
passes  away,  its  acts  come  to  us,  and  we  feel  it  is 
our  duty  to  give  it  out  again  to  all  mankind.  We 
know  not  the  infinite  wisdom  that  has  called  our 
brother  to  the  great  beyond  from  whose  bourne  no 
traveler  returns,  but  we  know  as  young  men,  as 
citizens,   as  true  Christian   patriots,   that    he  has  given 


us  a  duty  to  perform,  to  live  out  the  life  that  God 
took  from  Hope  Reed  Cody  just  when  it  was 
blossoming  in  beauty.  Let  us  do  it  so  that  when 
we  come  to  the  last  act  of  life  we  can  be  like  him, 
we  can  meet  our  pilot  face  to  face  when  we  have 
crossed  the  bar. 


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1bon,  3obn  1b.  Batten 

Standing  in  the  Court  of  Honor  and  looking 
at  the  Peristyle,  the  eye  caught  sight  of  that 
wonderful  inscription:  *'Ye  shall  know  the  truth 
and  the  truth  shall  make  you  free."  What  is  truth? 
This  question  has  been  in  the  minds  and  upon 
the  lips  of  all  thinking  people,  through  all  the 
ages.  If  a  man  die,  shall  he  yet  live?  Is  there  life 
beyond  the  grave?  "It  must  be  so  — Plato  thou  rea- 
sonest  well — else  why  this  lingering  hope,  this  fond 
desire,  this  longing  after  immortality?"  Tearing 
aside  the  thin  veil  that  separates  this  world  from  the 
next,  and  things  that  are  seen  from  those  that  are 
not  seen,  Hope  Reed  Cody  has  learned  the  truth. 
Could  we  but  see  as  he  now  sees,  how  much  easier 
could  we  say:  "Thy  will  be  done?"  He  has  not  only 
learned  the  truth  —  he  is  free!  Free  from  the  trials 
and  tribulations  of  this  mortal  life.  Free  from  suffer- 
ing and  sorrow.  For  Hope  I  cannot  grieve.  "Safe 
from  temptation,  safe  from  sin's  pollution,  he  lives 
whom  we  call  dead." 


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It  was  my  privilege  to  know  Hope  Reed  Cody 
all  his  life.  I  knew  him  as  boy  and  man.  Nature 
had  richly  endowed  him.  He  was  always  bright  and 
happy.  He  always  had  the  faculty  of  making  and 
holding  friends.  He  came  naturally  by  this.  He  was 
a  reproduction  of  his  father,  Judge  Hiram  H.  Cody, 
who  was  County  Clerk  and  County  Judge  of  and 
Circuit  Judge  from  Du  Page  County  and  a  member 
of  the  Constitutional  Convention   of   1870. 

Many  a  time  have  I  seen  Hope  going  to  the  sta- 
tion at  Naperville  with  his  father,  when  the  Judge 
was  going  away  to  attend  to  his  duties  on  the  circuit, 
their  arms  around  each  other.  Tenderly  did  they 
love.  Lord  Byron's  words  come  to  me  when  think- 
ing of  them:  "The  youngest,  whom  our  father  loved, 
because  our  mother's  brow  was  given  to  him,  with 
eyes  as  blue  as  heaven." 

Hope  Reed  Cody  was  not  only  bright  and  happy; 
he  was  courageous,  ambitious  and  honest.  No  under- 
taking was  too  great,  no  task  was  too  difficult  for 
him.  His  motto  was  "Excelsior."  He  was  the  peer 
of  any  man  of  his  age.  The  gentlemen  of  the 
Hamilton  Club  know  this  as  well  as  I.  He  will  be 
very  greatly  missed  by  this  Club  —  in  his  home  —  in 
his  church — in  the  Board  of  Election  Commissioners — 
by  his  profession  and    numerous  friends. 

Using  the  words  of  Shakespeare,  I  say:    "He    was 


a  man,   take  him  for  all  in  all,  I  shall  not  look    upon 
his  like  again."     But  — 

"He  is  not  dead,   the  child  of  our  affection. 
But  gone  unto  that  school. 
Where  he  no  longer  needs  our  poor  protection, 
And  Christ  Himself  doth  rule." 

May  he  forever  bask  in  the  sunlight  of  God's  love 
and  may  light  perpetual  shine  upon  him. 


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IRooer  Sberman 

We  have  lost  from  our  midst  a  man  who  was 
easily  first  in  many  of  the  qualities  that  we  most 
admire  and  revere.  His  adaptability,  his  insight 
into  character,  his  quickness  to  reach  a  conclusion, 
his  tact,  his  ability  to  fill  any  position  he  was 
called  on  to  occupy,  were  nothing  short  of  genius. 
His  ideals  were  high,  but  he  was  not  impractical.  He 
was  steadfast  of  purpose,  and  to  his  own  conscience 
true.  He  was  generous  to  a  fault.  He  dealt  with 
all  men  fairly.  His  ability  seemed  equal  to  any 
emergency;  his  strength  commensurate  with  any  task. 

But  above  and  beyond  all  else  he  loved  his  fellow 
men.  His  heart  was  as  broad  and  as  deep  as  the 
ocean,  and  was  full  of  warm,  red  blood.  All  men 
loved  him  as  a  brother.  This  is  the  reason  men  wept 
as  children  when  they  heard  that  he  was  dead.  This 
is  the  reason  it  is  so  hard  for  you  and  me  to  give 
him  up — because  we  loved  him  —  not  because  we 
admired  and  respected  his  transcendent  ability,  not 
because  he  had  an  unbounded  future  before  him — but 
just  because  we  loved  him. 

If  I  ever  have  a  boy,  I  think  I  shall  name  him 
"Hope,"  and  I  will   tell  him  of  the   friend  his   father 


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loved  so  well,  away  back  in  the  old  days  when  the 
Hamilton  Club  knit  a  band  of  young  men  together 
with  a  bond  that  death  itself  could  not  sever.  I  will 
teach  him  to  strive  for  the  same  ideals  the  first  Hope 
strove  for;  to  treat  all  men  as  fairly  and  as  unsel- 
fishlyj  to  be  as  brave  and  courageous  in  difficulty, 
and  as  warm-hearted  and  loving  as  was  my  friend 
and  yours. 

With  all  its  sadness  this  occasion  is  not  without 
its  recompense.  Each  of  us  is  a  better  man  for 
having  passed  through  the  grief  of  the  past  two 
weeks.  Each  has  had  his  horizon  broadened,  and 
each  is  thankful  that  he  has  been  permitted  to  know 
such  a  loving  character,  and  to  feel  the  spell  of  such 
a  noble  presence.  His  earthly  body  has  been  laid  to 
rest,  but  his  soul  goes  marching  on. 

"Thou  canst  not  wholly  perish,   though  the  sod 
Sink  with  its  violets  closer  to  thy  breast; 
Though  by  the  feet  of  generations  trod 

The  headstone  crumbles  from  thy  place  of  rest. 

"The  marvel  of  thy  beauty  cannot  die; 

The  sweetness  of  thy  presence  shall  not  fade; 
Earth  gave  not  all  the  glory  of  thine  eye, — 

Death  may  not  keep  what  Death  has  never  made. 

"It  was  not  thine,   that  forehead  strange  and  cold. 
Nor  those  dumb  lips  they  hid  beneath  the  snow; 
Thy  heart  would  throb  beneath  that  passive  fold, 
Thy  hands  for  me  that  stony  clasp  forego. 


So 


"But  thou  hast  gone, — gone  from  the  dreary  land, 
Gone  from  the  storms  let  loose  on  every  hill, 
Lured  by  the  sweet  persuasion  of  a  hand 

Which  leads  thee  somewhere  in  the  distance  still. 

"Where'er  thou  art,    I  know  thou  wearest  yet 
The  same  bewildering  beauty,  sanctified 
By  calmer  joy,  and  touched  with  soft  regret 

For  him  who  seeks,  but  cannot  reach  thy  side. 

"I  keep  for  thee  the  living  love  of  old. 

And  seek  thy  place  in  Nature  as  a  child, 
Whose  hand  is  parted  from  his  playmate's  hold. 
Wanders  and  cries  along  a  lonesome  wild." 


lE^win  a.  HDunacr 

Mr.  C :  i-.-  ^as  but  twenn' -  nine  years  old  as 
measure  i  :  ::.e  change  of  seasons,  and  the 
shock  ::'  ';.:;  :.i:r.  ::'._.£:  have  brought  to  each 
of  OS  the  same  double  feeling  of  regret  and  sorrow. 
Regret  and  sorrow  that  we  shall  not  again  see  his 
smile  nor  hear  his  hearty  greeting  when  we  assem- 
ble in  the  places  where  he  was  always  sure  to  be 
with  us.  The  almost  overvrhelming  thought  that  we 
most  now  pursue  our  way  without  his  affectionate 
advice  and  warm  comradeship,  is  associated  with  the 
regret  that  a  life  so  full  of  brilliant  promise  and  so 
seemingly  necessary  to  all  of  us  in  a  thousand  ways, 
should  so  soon  pass  into  the  shadow  of  the  grave. 
Yet,  looking  at  the  work  performed,  the  permanent 
record  of  duties  faithfully  fulfilled,  at  the  mar\'elous 
achievement  in  official  capacitj',  who  shall  say  that 
Hope  Reed  Cody  has  not  lived  out  a  full  lifetime? 

When  he  passed  into  the  spiritual  world,  everj^- 
one  who  knew  him  felt  a  sense  of  great  personal 
loss.  Those  who  knew  him  even  casually  felt  the 
loss  of  a  great  and  true  friend,  while  to  those  who 
had  the  rare  privilege  of  knowing  him  well,  the  loss 
was  as  that  of  a  brother.  It  is  to  me  a  matter  of 
peculiar  significance  that  each    one    felt    that    his   loss 


was  greater  than  that  of  any  other,  for  each  one 
loved  him  best.  Mr.  Cody  was  the  incarnation  of 
that  warming,  pulsing  human  love  with  which  he  not 
only  loved  others,  but  drew  others  to  love  him,  and 
to  love  him  once  was  to  love  him  always.  This  one 
word,  love,  is  the  true  expression  of  his  whole  life  and 
it  seems  to  me  that  the  greatest  and  most  lasting 
service  our  friend  and  brother  did  for  the  Hamilton 
Club  was  to  teach  our  members  to  love  one  another 
and  not  to  be  ashamed  to  show  it.  His  smile  melted 
factional  strife  as  the  sunshine  warms  the  frost  from 
the  frozen  earth,  and  his  ready  tact  drew  the  factions 
together  as  brothers,   before  they  knew  it. 

Through  all  he  thought  or  wrote,  in  all  he  said  or 
did,   shine  constantly  the  golden  beams  of  love. 

He  stood  before  us  in  his  daily  life  the  highest 
type  of  an  American  gentleman;  one  for  whom  no 
ideal  was  too  high  to  be  made  real,  no  theory  too 
beautiful  to  be  made  practical,  no  hope  for  the  hu- 
man race  too  great  for  human  realization.  He  lived 
the  life  of  constant  endeavor,  true  to  his  God  and  to 
himself,  and  while  he  has  passed  through  the  curtain, 
beyond  which  our  earthly  vision  cannot  penetrate,  he 
has  left  us  a  heritage  of  high  principle  and  incentive 
to  courageous  endeavor  that  shall  endure  as  long  as 
there  is  a  Hamilton  Club.  To  his  memory  let  us 
build  up  this  Club  and  make  it  a  living  monument 
such  as  no  young  man  has  ever  had. 


83 


Ibon,  albert  C.  Barnea 

We  are  prone  to  think  that  death  stands  aloof 
from  the  dash  of  intrepid  youth  and  the  brave,  bold 
mien  of  vigorous  manhood ;  and  we  are  appalled, 
we  are  shocked,  we  are  stunned  when  he  substitutes 
his  grim  visage  for  the  face  of  smiling  3'outh  and 
forever    stills  the  beating    of    a  hopeful    heart. 

It  was  but  yesterday  that  our  friend  was  with  us, 
that  his  genial  smile  gladdened  our  greeting,  that  the 
pressure  of  his  hand  quickened  our  pulses,  that  his 
kindly  words  kindled  our  spirits.  And  now  he  has 
gone.  With  the  race  of  life  just  begun,  with  the 
flush  of  success  upon  his  brow,  with  hope  as  brilliant 
as  the  morning  star,  with  promise  beckoning  him  on 
with  her  partial  glance,  with  dauntless  energy  inciting 
every  effort,  and  love  and  friendship  quickening  every 
step,  he  dropped  in  his  course  to  leave  the  swift 
race  to  others  and  to  quit  forever  the  field  of  mortal 
activities.  He  had  so  far  outstripped  the  companions 
of  his  years  that  victory  already  held  out  to  him  her 
laurel  wreath.  The  goal  was  not  distant  when  he 
dropped  to  earth.  The  throb  of  life  ceased  when 
his  step  was  quickest,  and  the  pallor  of  death  came 
when  the  effulgence  of  success  was  brightest. 


84 


Death  is  sad  whenever  and  wherever  it  comes ; 
but  when  it  steps  in  to  check  life  at  its  fastest  tide, 
when  with  pitiless  approach  and  withering  touch  it 
comes  to  buoyant  youth  —  at  the  time  when  energy 
is  greatest,  when  hope  is  brightest,  when  success  is 
nearest  and  life  is  dearest — then  its  sadness  over- 
powers our  efforts  toward  reconciliation  and  forces 
us  into  the  depths  of  impenetrable  gloom. 

Our  friend  has  gone,  but  not  without  leaving,  at 
an  age  when  few  become  known  and  in  a  commu- 
nity where  few  of  whatever  age  can  be  well  known, 
the  impress  of  a  lofty  nature,  of  an  unusual  ability 
and  of  a  sterling  character.  What  we  have  lost  by 
his  death  must  ever  remain  the  subject  of  mournful 
conjecture.  What  we  have  gained  by  his  life  cannot 
be  gauged  merely  by  his  brilliant  accomplishments 
and  successful  deeds,  but  must  be  measured  by  the 
subtle,  abiding  influence  of  his  many  virtues  and  of 
the  rich,  rare  qualities  of  his  heart  and  mind.  These 
I  would  enshrine  in  sacred  memory  rather  than  dis- 
figure   by   feeble  description. 

Whatever  visible  signs  of  respect  we  may  erect 
to  his  memory  will  perish;  whatever  words  of  tribute 
we  may  utter  are  fleeting.  We  cannot  add  to  nor 
abate  from  the  real  influences  of  his  life.  But  he 
will  still  live  to  assured  memory  and  growing  influ- 
ences through  the  living  organization  of  this  Club, 
upon  which  he  stamped  his  personality  and  fixed  the 
impress  of  his  political  genius. 


85 


Love  will  still  pay  tender  devotion  to  his  name; 
art  will  lend  its  offices  to  perpetuate  his  memory;  the 
places  that  have  known  him  will  raise  impressive  sug- 
gestions of  his  absence;  the  changed  home  will  hold 
him  in  love  and  memory  changeless;  and  as  long  as 
our  recollection  shall  go  back  to  the  years  when  his 
life  was  a  part  of  ours,  so  long  shall  we  cherish, 
honor  and  respect  his  memory.  And  we  shall  pass 
on,  noting  the  lengthening  shadows  and  lifting  our 
heads  from  sorrow  to  catch  a  ray  of  light  from  his 
useful  and  noble  life,  and  to  gather  new  inspiration 
for  the  duties  that  fall  upon  us. 


86 


Ibon.  IRobcrt  nDcnDur^)? 

In  this  rushing  city,  among  the  many  with  whom, 
in  middle  life,  we  associate,  those  whose  characters 
we  really  know  are  few.  Those  whom  we  count  our 
intimate  friends,  we  see  but  seldom.  This  is  in  part 
the    price    of    metropolitan  life. 

But  once  or  twice  in  a  generation,  there  greets  us 
some  genial,  frank  and  loving  nature  that  scatters  to 
the  winds  all  rules  and  theories,  makes  known  a 
character  as  open  as  a  book,  and  commands  our 
warmest  friendship  at  a  single  meeting.  Such  was 
Hope  Reed  Cody! 

Since  his  connection  with  this  Club,  my  relations 
with  him  have  been  most  intimate,  and  to  such  an 
extent  did  he  win  my  affections  that  I  felt  he  was  of 
my  own  blood.  In  one  of  my  kin  I  could  not  have 
taken  more  pride  or  pleasure,  and  it  is  a  singular 
tribute  to  his  nature  that  so  many  of  us  bore  him  the 
same  feeling.  In  the  space  of  a  lifetime  those  who 
command  such  devotion  are  not  many.  (At  present 
I  recall  but  one — George  Driggs. )  Accordingly,  this 
blow  falls  heavily  upon  all  of  us. 

But  because  the  skies  are  dark,  the  sun  obscured, 
the    air    chilled,  we   cannot   forget    the  responsibilities 


87 


of  life.  Let  us  remember  the  bright  day  that  has 
passed  and  consider  what  of  its  sunlight  we  can 
absorb,  to  guide  or  cheer  us  on  our  way.  Let  us 
appropriate  whatever  of  homely  lesson  we  can  from 
the  beautiful  life  that  has  gone  out. 

We  know,  now,  that  politics  may  be  earnestly  pur- 
sued, even  to  the  reward  of  political  place,  without 
stain  or  contamination.  We  have  been  taught  from  his 
last  hours,  and  that  pathetic  message  entrusted  by 
him  to  his  brother,  that,  in  the  contest  of  life,  in  the 
heat  and  sweat,  we  may  engage  in  the  fight  for  exist- 
ence, without  acrimony  and  yet  with  fervor,  firmly 
believing  in  a  Savior  and  a  future  life,  and  yet  with- 
out cant  or  undue  profession.  In  studying  such  a 
real  success  as  his,  attained  with  no  sting  of  jealousy 
or  envy,  the  young  men  of  this  Club  in  particular 
may  learn  that,  while  unusual  qualities  of  heart  and 
mind,  inherited  and  acquired,  contributed  to  the 
result,  that  result  would  have  been  impossible  without 
industry.  The  laborious  effort  which  resulted  in  the 
magnificent  banquet  upon  the  anniversary  of  "the 
first  day  of  peace"  is  but  an  example  of  his  labors  in 
behalf  of  this  Club  which  were  crowned  with  marked 
success;  appropriately,  too,  for  the  capacity  for 
achievement  so  notable  in  our  patron  saint  was  largely 
due  to  habits  of  industry  which  were  a  source  of  con- 
tinual surprise  to  his  cotemporaries. 

But,   after  all    is    said    and    analysis    has    exhausted 


itself,  there  remains  yet  unaccounted  for  a  some- 
thing indescribable  which  we  designate  as  person- 
ality. When  we  have  satisfied  ourselves  as  to  all 
the  attributes  of  a  man,  we  cannot  combine  them  and 
reproduce  a  character.  Something  is  wanting.  So,  in 
memory,  we  must  bid  good-bye  to  the  perfect  Hope 
Reed  Cody.  The  spirit  which  illuminated  the  boy 
and  the  soul  which  animated  the  man  have  slipped 
away  and  are  lost,  but,  we  believe,  not  lost  forever. 
We  shall  see  him  again  as  he  was,  and  this  will  not 
be  the  only  reunion.  The  words  of  Horace  Greeley, 
as  I  remember  them,  come  back  from  the  past: 

"God  keep  me  worthy  of  thy  love  through  the 
long,  weary  years  that  are  yet  to  come,  till  we  meet 
in  the  land  where  the  loving  re-unite,  to  be  parted  no 
more  forever." 


Ibon.  3obn  C.  Everett 

In  the  long  course  of  history  few  characters 
are  as  pathetic  as  Moses.  Forty  years  he  lived 
in  the  palace  of  the  Pharaohs,  receiving  instruction 
in  the  magic,  the  mysteries,  the  state  craft  and 
the  learning  of  the  Egyptians.  He  rose  to  the 
command  of  an  army,  was  endowed  with  the  priest- 
hood and  seemed  almost  to  rival  the  great  Joseph. 
He  departed  from  the  capitol  and  went  to  dwell 
with  the  shepherds  in  the  land  of  Midian.  For 
forty  years  he  lived  a  pastoral  life  in  their  midst,  and 
there  in  seclusion  received  the  message  of  his  great 
mission.  He  returned  to  Egypt  and  became  the 
leader  and  lawgiver  of  his  people,  and  for  forty  years 
he  led  them  in  the  wilderness.  His  struggles  over, 
he  was  about  to  enter  the  land  of  plenty  when  he 
was  called  upon  the  mount.  High  upon  the  peak 
of  Pisgah  he  stood  and  beheld  at  his  feet  the  land 
of  promise.  He  saw  the  fertile  valleys  and  the 
rushing  waters,  the  green  hillsides  dotted  with  the  pur- 
pling vineyards,  the  walled  cities  with  their  treasures, 
while  over  and  beyond  these  he  beheld  the  green 
boughs  of  the  cedars  of  Lebanon,  beneath  whose  cool 


shade  were  rest  and  peace.  But  a  voice  spake  from 
the  depths  and  he  was  no  more.  His  to  achieve,  the 
hope  of  a  hundred  and  twenty  years  at  his  feet,  yet 
not  his  to  enjoy. 

He  in  whose  memory  we  have  met  to-day  was 
born  and  reared  in  a  home  of  culture  and  plenty. 
He  passed  through  the  periods  of  childhood  and  of 
youth  and  had  conquered  his  way  to  fame  in  his 
young  manhood.  At  the  early  age  of  twenty-nine  he 
stood  upon  the  mountain  top.  His  friends  were  with- 
out number ;  from  the  highest  in  the  land  to  the  most 
lowly,  yet  all  meeting  on  an  equality,  in  the  pure 
democracy  of  his  friendship.  Rapidly  did  he  achieve 
success  in  the  affairs  of  the  world,  and  yet  more  rap- 
idly did  he  achieve  the  greater  success  of  winning 
the  hearts  of  his  fellows.  Standing  upon  the  moun- 
tain top  of  their  affections,  a  loving  wife  by  his  side, 
his  hand  clasping  that  of  a  son  and  heir,  with 
political,  professional  and  social  advancement  merely 
awaiting  his  demand,  surely  he  might  look  over  into 
the  land  of  promise.  At  his  feet  lay  the  green  valley 
of  peace  and  plenty,  the  purling  of  whose  pure 
streams  was  music  to  his  ears;  here  and  there  were 
the  vineyards  laden  with  the  perfect  fruit  of  his  early 
ripening  joys,  and  beyond  stood  the  walled  cities  of 
his  future  achievements,  while  back  of  them  lay  the 
promise  of  a  happy  old  age,  beneath  the  cool  shades 
of    the    forests    of    the    cedars    of    Lebanon.     But    the 


voice  of  Immutable  Destiny  spake  to  him  and  he 
hearkened  unto  it.  The  voice  was  strong  and  he 
stayed  his  steps;  the  voice  was  low  and  said  "Come," 
and  he  obeyed ;  and  the  voice  was  kind  and  said 
"Higher,    yet  higher,  oh  my  son,"  and  he  went  on. 

Most  subtle  and  beautiful,  most  gentle  and  power- 
ful of  all  the  emotions  that  sway  the  human  soul  is 
friendship.  It  comes  into  our  lives  like  the  peaceful 
breaking  of  the  dawn  and  reaches  its  meridian  when 
sorrow  and  adversity  come  to  us  ;  even  the  night  of 
death  cannot  blot  it  out,  for  like  a  fixed  star  shining 
from  the  depths  of  the  remotest  heavens,  it  yet  sheds 
its  radiance  about  us  to  give  us  hope. 

My  friend  is  going  to  Rome  and  bids  me  go  with 
him.  I  cannot  go  to-day  for  my  task  is  not  complete 
and  he  goes  on.  By  the  morrow  my  labor  is  done 
and  I  follow  him.  Each  day  of  my  journey  I  wish 
he  were  with  me.  When  I  am  footsore  I  fain 
would  lean  upon  him;  when  I  am  weary  I  fain 
would  lay  my  head  upon  his  breast,  and  when  I  am 
alone  I  would  that  I  might  reach  out  my  hand 
in  the  darkness  and  again  clasp  his  and  know  that 
my  soul  stood  not  alone;  yet  I  travel  on,  for  this  I 
know,  that  when  my  ship  shall  come  to  port  and  her 
sails  are  furled,  I  shall  see  standing  upon  the  outmost 
reaches  of  the  harbor  him  whom  I  love;  and  when 
ray  voyage  is  done  and  I  have  come  to  shore,  do  I 
not    know    that    first    of    all    the    great    company    my 


9« 


friend    shall   rush    upon    me    and    clasp  my  hand,   and 
in  that  hour  the  long,   lone  journey  shall  be  forgot. 

I  congratulate  you,  my  friends,  that  it  was  given 
to  us  to  know  Hope  Reed  Cody.  Beautiful  in  life, 
his  memory  is  still  as  beautiful  and  strong,  and  the 
encouragement  of  his  life  as  great  as  if  he  were  still 
with  us. 

*'  He  scarce  had  need  to  doff  his  pride  or  slough  the 

dross  of  earth — 
E'en  as  he    trod  that  day  to   God  so  walked  he    from 

his  birth, 
In  simpleness   and    gentleness   and    honour    and    clean 

mirth. 

Beyond  the  loom  of  the  last    lone  star,   through  open 

darkness  hurled. 
Further  than  rebel  comet    dared  or  hiving  star-swarm 

swirled, 
Sits  he  with  those   that  praise  our  God  for    that    they 

served  His  world." 


Da\>i^  S.  (Beer 

As  we  come  here  in  the  presence  of  this 
great  mystery  to-day,  with  shadows  from  the  un- 
known world  casting  their  gloom  across  our  path- 
way, it  is  not,  it  seems  to  me,  irreverent  for  us  to 
stop  and  ask  each  other  what  it  means.  To  me  it 
is  an  impressive  sight  to  stand  before  the  portrait,  in 
which  somehow  the  forces  of  nature  have  caught  up 
and  hold  before  us  in  yonder  bank  of  flowers  and 
ferns  the  likeness  of  our  friend,  and  to  listen  to  the 
gentle  and  tender  tones  of  love  for  him,  and  sympa- 
thy for  his  loved  ones,  which  we  have  heard  ex- 
pressed to-day.  Our  friend  has  gone  down  in  the 
very  springtime  of  life,  with  all  the  sky  full  of  prom- 
ise. His  was  a  life  devoted  to  high  and  worthy 
ambition;  a  life  pure,  and  actuated  with  exalted  ideas; 
with  a  great  capacity  for  leadership,  an  earnest  zeal 
for  the  promotion  of  every  right  cause. 

They  say  he  is  dead;    they  tell    us    he  is  no  more. 

I  cannot  believe  that  Hope  Reed  Cody  is  dead. 
Some  philosopher  has  told  us  that 

"It  is  only  before  death. 

And  not  in    death. 

That  death  is  death." 


This  much  I  know,  that  in  the  great  church  yon- 
der, the  other  day,  filled  with  young  men  and  old, 
paying  their  respects  to  the  last  of  our  departed 
friend,  I  thought  I  saw  an  expression  of  friendship 
which  it  must  be  cannot  die.  Over  the  bier  of  our 
friend  there  seemed  to  drop  from  the  great  founda- 
tion of  sympathy  above  the  world  a  golden  band 
binding  every  troubled  heart  below,  to  the  great  one 
beyond  the  sky  of  blue.  Nothing  that  is  truly  good 
can  die.  In  nature  we  see  the  rose  fall  before  the 
frost,  and  we  mourn  through  the  winter  time;  but 
in  the  spring,  where  a  single  flower  fell,  we  see  a 
thousand  roses  bloom;  and  so  I  believe  it  is  with 
human   life. 

From  his  life  we  learn  the  value  of  honest,  earn- 
est effort;  we  have  gathered  inspiration  from  our 
friendship  with  him,  and  this  Club,  his  pride,  means 
more  to  you  and  me  because  Hope  Reed  Cody  lived 
and  wrought.  He  has  made  for  us  an  opportunity  to 
work  for  the  greatest  welfare  of  this  community,  and 
we  miss  the  best  lesson  of  his  life,  if  we  fail  to  give 
to  those  about  us  all  that  is  good  and  true  within 
us. 

To  his  wife  and  boy  we  would  speak  words  of 
tender  sympathy  as  they  sorrow  alone;  with  his 
brothers  and  sisters  we  jom  in  their  deep  sorrow;  we 
are  inspired  by  the  magnificent  Christian  faith  of  the 
dear    old   father    and   mother  of    our    departed    friend, 


as  they  followed  their  boy  to  his  tomb.  Tender 
hands  have  carried  our  friend  back  and  placed  him 
among  the  evergreens,  at  the  home  of  his  birth.  His 
body  rests  there,  his  memory  lingers  here,  and  we 
look  through  the  tomb  to  the  dawn  of  a  brighter  day, 
and  in  the  words  of  the  great  hearted  man,  whose 
tears  moistened  and  made  sacred  the  grave  of  our 
friend  at  Naperville,  the  other  day,  we  say:  "Good 
night,   Hope!     We  will  see  you  in  the  morning." 


96 


nmtlltam  1R.  ipai^ne 

A  young  life  has  been  cut  off  just  as  its  sun  was 
approaching  meridian  height.  Though  he  had  lived 
but  a  short  time,  yet  in  that  brief  space  he  had 
lived  more  years  than  many  men  who  have  lived 
three  score  years  and  ten,  and  it  was  my  privilege 
to  call  him  my  friend. 

I  knew  him  not  so  well  in  the  Hamilton  Club  as 
I  did  in  other  societies  which  brought  us  nearer  each 
other.  The  secret  of  his  strength  lay  in  his  ability 
to  approach  any  man,  however  great,  and  look  him 
in  the  face  and  say,  "I  want  you  to  do  this  for  me," 
and  that  man,  whoever  he  was,  never  found  it  in  his 
heart  to  say   "no." 

You  tell  me  he  is  dead?  Tell  me  that  the  chrysalis 
on  which  we  recently  looked  is  Hope  Reed  Cody? 
Oh,  no!  Hope  Reed  Cody  is  not  dead.  When 
the  veil  of  our  earthly  temple  has  been  rent  in 
twain,  as  his  has  been  rent  in  twain,  when  our 
mortal  shall  have  put  on  immortality,  and  the 
gates  are  swung  ajar,  and  our  encased  spirits  have 
gone  into  the  "house  not  made  with  hands,"  then  we 
will  not  look  through  the  glass  darkly,  as  we  are 
looking    through    it    to-day,     but    we    shall    meet    our 


friend  and  brother  face    to    face.      "Dust  thou  art,  to 
dust  returneth,  was  not  written  of  the  soul." 

To  give  up  a  life  like  this,  to  be  cut  off  from 
this  association,  to  have  a  home  bereft  and  an 
orphan  boy  left,  is  sad,  sad  indeed.  But  the  Hamil- 
ton Club  is  to  be  congratulated  upon  holding  a 
meeting  of  this  kind  at  this  time.  Because  our 
friend,  our  companion  and  leader  has  gone  on 
before,  greater  is  the  burden  resting  upon  us.  Our 
duty  is  not  done  when  we  have  closed  this  memorial 
service;  we  owe  a  duty  to  that  aged  father  and 
mother,  to  the  bereaved  wife,  and  it  is  the  duty  of 
every  member  of  this  Hamilton  Club  to  ever  watch 
the  progress  of,  and  to  place  a  helping  hand  behind 
the  back  of  that  infant  child,  that  he  shall  grow  and 
develop  into  true  manhood,  and  be  an  honor  to  the 
community  as  was  his  distinguished  father.  It  is 
true  our  friend  has  fallen  asleep.  It  is  true  we  are 
bereft.  It  is  true  he  has  gone.  It  is  true  that  the 
state,  the  city,  the  government,  and  especially  the 
Hamilton  Club,  all  have  lost  a  friend  and  we  an 
associate,  one  upon  whom  we  could  always  rely,  but 
the  fact  that  these  things  have  occurred  only  makes 
our  duty  greater,  and  if  we  live  up  to  the  high 
standard  of  manhood  which  we  should,  and  to  which 
our  departed  friend  would  have  us,  it  will  fall  upon 
us  to  see  to  it  that  the  high  ideals  conceived  by  him 
shall  be  faithfully  executed. 


98 


I  know  it  would  be  trespassing  upon  your  time 
should  I  speak  longer.  My  friend,  your  friend,  has 
gone,  and  though  we  linger  but  a  moment,  we  weep, 
we  mourn,  and  to-morrow  we  take  up  the  tasks  of 
life,  but  ere  long  we  shall  awake  to  realize  that  the 
life  which  we  hold  with  so  much  pride,  and  to 
which  we  cling  with  so  much  tenacity,  is  after  all 
but  the  beginning  of  the  everlasting  end.  To-day 
we  look  through  the  glass  darkly,  and  mourn;  to- 
morrow we  shall  see  face  to  face,  and  rejoice.  Now 
we  know  in  part;  then  shall  we  know  even  also  as 
we  are  known. 


99 


aieian^er  lb.  IRcvell 

I  was  not  fortunate  in  having  known  Hope  Reed 
Cody  as  long  as  many  of  those  present.  I  knew 
him  personally  for  about  two  years,  but  in  that  com- 
paratively short  time  I  came  to  feel  as  though  I 
had  known  him  from  boyhood.  There  was  some- 
thing about  that  youthful  face,  that  pleasing  smile 
and  bright  interested  eye,  that  gentleness  of  manner 
and  congeniality  with  all,  that  impressed  and  won 
me  as  they  impressed  and  won  others.  I  do  not 
know  when,  in  recent  years,  I  felt  a  greater  shock 
than  on  taking  up  the  morning  paper  nearly  two 
weeks  ago  and  reading,  "Cody  is  near  unto  death," 
and  then  again  in  the  afternoon  paper,  "Cody  is 
dead." 

The  sun  was  bright  that  day,  but  there  was  no 
warmth  in  it  for  some  of  us.  It  seemed  to  me,  in 
addition  to  the  sense  of  personal  loss  which  I  felt, 
that  it  was  the  passing  of  the  brightest  individual 
future  in  all  our  city — a  future  able  and  ready  to 
accept  and  conquer  opportunities  which  were  sure  to 
come. 

Hope  Reed   Cody    was    a   citizen    of    Chicago,    and 


when  we  use  that  sometimes  under-valued  and  mis- 
understood word  "citizen,"  in  referring  to  him,  you 
know  it  is  not  misplaced. 

He  was  not  one  of  those  citizens  who  merely 
talked  on  the  street,  in  the  cars,  or  at  the  club  and 
then  left  the  real  battle  for  the  other  fellow.  He 
believed  that  his  obligations  as  a  citizen  were  not 
discharged  until  by  action  and  conscientious  work, 
he  did  something.  From  this  feeling  there  came  the 
strong  ambition  to  help  the  people  and  strengthen  the 
glory  of  his  city. 

It  seemed  easy  for  him  to  understand  and  sympa- 
thize with  other  men.  As  the  President  of  this  Club, 
or  as  the  President  of  the  Board  of  Election  Com- 
missioners, or  as  an  alert  and  loyal  attorney,  he  was 
not  so  busily  engaged  but  that  he  could  find  time 
to  talk  to  the  young  man  in  search  of  advice  and 
comfort,  or  to  be  constantly  working  and  planning  in 
the  interest  of  a  purer  and  better  municipal  govern- 
ment. Delving  into  the  problems  presented,  his 
instincts  and  suggestions  were  always  honest,  always 
patriotic. 

He  is  gone,  but  young  though  he  was,  we  know 
he  did  not  live  in  vain.  I  do  not  believe  there  is 
one  in  this  room  who  was  not  deeply  impressed,  as 
I  was,  by  his  noble  character,  and  who  will  not  to 
some  extent  endeavor  to  emulate  it.  This  is  an 
enduring  monument. 


And  so  our  final  tribute  to  him  is  in    these    words 
from  Burns: 

"Oh  ye,  whose  cheek  the  tear  of  pity  stains, 

Draw  near  with  pious  reverence  and  attend; 
Here  lie  the  loving  husband's  dear  remains, 

The  tender  father  and  the  generous  friend; 
The  pitying  heart  that  felt  for  human  woe; 

The  dauntless  heart  that  feared  no  human  pride; 
The  friend  of  man,   to  vice  alone  a  foe; 

For  e'en  his  failings  leaned  to  virtue's  side." 


J 


Ibon,  artbur  Dixon 

We  are  gathered  this  afternoon  to  pay  a  tribute  of 
honor  to  our  late  departed  friend,  Hope  Reed  Cody, 
and  we  could  not  have  chosen  a  more  fitting  place 
to  come  together  to  do  him  honor  than  here  in 
this  Club,  which  he  loved,  and  which  he  served 
so  well. 

I  am  glad  of  the  privilege  at  this  time  to  add  my 
testimony  to  what  has  been  so  eloquently  expressed 
in  words  and  tears  by  the  members  of  the  Club  this 
afternoon. 

In  the  prime  of  his  public  career  and  usefulness 
he  was  called  to  his  higher  home.  We  deeply  de- 
plore his  loss  and  would  recall  him  if  we  could,  for 
we  feel  the  need  of  him.  We  loved  him  for  what  he 
was  and  we  loved  him  for  what  he  did.  A  clear  and 
bright  mind,  such  as  his,  is  always  sublime;  it  is  like 
the  sunrise,  it  awakens  and  glorifies  everything;  you 
see  and  you  feel  its  radiance. 

This  Club  owes  a  great  debt  to  Hope  Reed  Cody. 
No  member  has  ever  devoted  more  time  or  energy  in 
building  up  this  organization  than  he.  It  was  his 
foresight  that  planned  and  projected  its  establishment 
in  the  center  of  this  great  city.  This  Club  has  lost 
one    of     its     most     ardent     advocates      and      devoted 


friends,  one  of  its  most  able  representatives,  and 
this  city  one  of  its  truest  citizens.  He  did  much 
to  arouse  and  foster  a  national  sentiment  among  the 
citizens  of  Chicago.  He  well  knew  that  the  pros- 
perity of  the  people  demanded  from  this  rising 
generation  a  patriotism  guided  by  religion  and 
morality.  His  integrity  and  true  friendship  and  per- 
suasiveness gave  him  an  influence  which  made  him  a 
leader  among  his  fellow  men.  He  was  an  able,  bright 
and  intelligent  Christian  man.  The  press  has  been 
unanimous  in  speaking  highly  of  him.  Difference  of 
opinion  never  made  an  enemy  among  them.  He  was 
too  big  for  that.  He  loved  this  Club  as  he  loved  his 
family,  and  this  organization  will  long  remember  and 
speak  of  him  with  pride. 

Life  is  like  a  journey  at  sea,  coming  from  some- 
where, going  somewhere,  daylight  only  after  darkness, 
now  clothed  in  sunshine,  now  veiled  in  shadow. 
These  are  our  surroundings.  We  must  go  forward. 
We  must  guard  ourselves  at  all  times  and  be  ever 
ready  when  death  comes.  For  the  joys  of  life  are 
few  and  its  shadows  are  many.  They  chase  each 
other  through  life  like  the  waves  on  the  ocean's 
bosom.  Crosses  are  found  on  every  hand  in  the 
journey  of  life,  but  this  life  is  the  vestibule  of 
something  better. 

We  all  believe  that  his  soul  has  gone  in  peace  to 
dwell  with  his  Maker. 


Conrab  3»  (BunMacb 

In     memory    of    our    dear,     beloved    friend,    Hope 
Reed    Cody,     I    desire     to    say     that    I    was    deeply 
affected    at    the     sad    news     of    his     death.        I     had 
known    him   only    about   two   years,    but    during     that 
time     1    became    very    much     attached    to    him,    and 
shall  always  remember  his  charming  personality  as  it 
was    manifested   during   our    trip    to   Albany  to  attend 
the    inauguration    of     Governor     Roosevelt.       I    have 
traveled    all    over    the  United    States    and    have   never 
made    the    acquaintance    of    any    young    or    old    man 
who    possessed    so  much    magnetism    as    our    brilliant 
and  noble  leader,  Mr.   Cody.       This  brave  and  tender 
man  in  every  storm  of  life  was  oak  and    rock,   but  in 
the  sunshine  he   was   vine    and    flower.       He  was    the 
friend    of    all  heroic    souls;    he    climbed    the    heights 
and  left   all  superstition   far  below,   while  on  his  fore- 
head fell  the   golden   dawning   of  a  grander  day.      He 
united  a  peculiar  elegance  of  mind  and  manners  with 
the    advantages    of    a    pleasing    person.     With    loyal 
heart   and    with    the    purest    hands    he   faithfully   dis- 
charged all    public  trusts.      Every  sweet,   unselfish  act 
is  now  a  perfumed  flower.      I  extend  to  the  mourners 
my  heartfelt  sympathy  in  their  affliction. 


abner  C.  jfisb 

Silence  is  the  symbol  of  deep  grief  when  the 
loss  is  too  great  to  be  expressed  in  words.  Surely 
no  words  of  mine  can  adequately  express  the  loss  of 
the  Hamilton  Club  in  the  death  of  Hope  Reed 
Cody,  and  yet  it  is  well  for  his  associates  to  meet 
together,  as  we  do  to-day,  and  express,  as  best  we 
may,  our  estimate  of  his  worth.  His  death  brings 
to  my  mind  the  words  of  a  great  author  expressing 
"a  mighty,   universal  truth." 

''When  death  strikes  down  the  innocent  and 
young,  for  every  fragile  form  from  which  he  lets  the 
panting  spirit  free,  a  hundred  virtues  rise  in  shapes 
of  mercy,  charity  and  love,  to  walk  the  world  and 
bless  it.  Of  every  tear  that  sorrowing  mortals  shed 
on  such  green  graves,  some  good  is  born,  some 
gentler  nature  comes.  In  the  steps  of  the  Destroyer 
there  spring  up  bright  creations  which  defy  his 
power,  and  his  dark  path  becomes  a  way  of  light  to 
heaven." 

The  "bright  creations"  that  spring  out  of  the 
short,  noble  life  of  Hope  Reed  Cody,  will  help  light 
the  pathway  of  every  thoughtful  man,  young  or  old, 
with  whom  he  came  in  contact.     That  can  be  said  of 


lo6 


him,  which,  truthfully  can  be  said  of  few  men — "The 
longer  and  better  we  knew  him  the  more  we  loved 
him."  His  enthusiasm  in  every  good  cause  was  so 
genuine  and  so  inspiring  as  to  give  an  actual  uplift 
to  every  one  who  came  within  the  magic  sphere  of 
his  influence. 

No  man  could  do,  in  one  year  of  leadership,  what 
he  did  for  the  Hamilton  Club,  without  unbounded 
enthusiasm  for  the  simple  truth,  and  great  ability 
unmixed  with  selfish  ambition.  In  the  sense  that 
"we  live  in  deeds,  not  years,"  Hope  Reed  Cody's 
one  score  and  nine,  was  longer  than  the  three  score 
and   ten  allotted  to  many. 

He  so  lived  and  so  acted  his  part  in  this  great 
city  that  the  "bright  creations"  springing  out  of  his 
blessed  memory,  make  even  the  dark  shadow  of 
Death  to  shine. 


■^ 


(5C0VQC  m.  Bixon 

It  was  my  highly  esteemed  privilege  to  be  closely 
connected  with  our  departed  friend  in  his  work  as 
president  of  the  Hamilton  Club,  which  entered 
on  a  new  era  of  prosperity  under  his  auspices. 
He  took  pride  in  his  association  with  our  Club, 
convinced  of  the  greatness  of  its  mission  and 
active  and  fruitful  career.  His  executive  and  plat- 
form ability,  energy  and  enthusiasm,  combined  with 
youthfulness,  fitted  him  admirably  to  meet  and  direct 
the  life  of  our  Club  into  positive  channels  of  inspira- 
tion to  all. 

It  gives  me  pleasure  to  say  that  never  in  my  life 
did  I  meet  with  a  more  genial  soul  nor  one  more 
intensely  loyal.  He  always  remained  close  to  the 
members.  He  was  their  friend  and  they  rewarded 
him.  He  never  led  a  man  astray,  and  never  promised 
anything  that  he  would  not  perform;  never  counseled 
work  that  he  would  not  have  done  himself. 

"God's  finger  touched  hira,  and  he  slept." 

He  was  so  young  and  so  virile  that  I  did  not 
think  of  him  as  likely  to  be  taken  from  us  for  years. 
His    death   is    a    loss    which,   not    only    the    Hamilton 


I0< 


Club,  but  the  community  at  large,  feels  and  deeply 
deplores.  Permit  me  to  assure  you  that  I  suffer  keenly 
this  loss.  He  was  my  friend  and  had  my  confidence, 
my  respect  and  my  admiration.  I  was  always 
impressed  with  his  simplicity  and  perfect  naturalness. 
There  was  nothing  of    affectation   or  show  about  him. 

"None  knew  thee  but  to  love   thee, 
None  named  thee  but  to  praise." 

"Yea,   that  is  life:    make  this  forenoon  sublime, 
This  afternoon  a  psalm;    this  night  a  prayer, 
And  time  is  conquered  and  thy  crown  is  won." 


Less  than  two  hundred  years  ago  many  of  the 
intelligent  and  good  people  of  England  believed 
in  the  divine  right  of  kings,  and  were  ready  to 
defend  the  doctrine  by  the  sacrifice  of  position, 
wealth  and  life.  We  are  glad  that  we  are  living 
on  the  threshold  of  the  twentieth  century,  under  the 
inspiring  folds  of  the  Stars  and  Stripes,  which 
stand  for  liberty  and  the  equal  rights  of  all  men, 
and  that  the  paramount  doctrine  taught  and  de- 
fended by  the  intellect  and  conscience  of  America 
is  the  divine  right  of  man  to  rise  from  the  humble 
walks  of  life  to  that  of  a  leader,  a  king  and  a  ruler 
of  his  fellow  men. 

In  looking  over  the  pages  of  history  we  are  forced 
to  the  conclusion  that  there  was  but  one  Caesar,  one 
Romulus,  one  Napoleon,  one  Cromwell,  one  Washing- 
ton and  but  one  Grant.  Men  have  suddenly  appeared 
upon  the  arena  of  political  action,  and,  as  it  were  wit'h 
a  mighty  rush,  have  stepped  up  higher  and  reached 
out  farther  than  their  contemporaries  or   associates. 

Not  quite  five  years  ago  I  made  the  acquaintance 
of  Hope   Reed   Cody.       My   relations   with    him    arose 


from  the  fact  that  I  was  a  member  of  the  Hamilton 
Club  and  a  member  of  another  society  of  which  at 
one  time  he  was  president  or  presiding  officer.  From 
my  first  acquaintance  with  him  I  was  attracted  toward 
him  and  was  compelled,  as  the  result  of  a  close  study 
of  him,  to  recognize  him  as  a  leader  and  a  born 
ruler  of  men.  It  was  as  natural  for  him  to  lead  as 
it  is  for  some  others  to  follow.  His  life,  his  leader- 
ship, his  intrinsic  worth  and  the  splendid  influence 
that  he  exerted  among  his  companions  and  associates 
will  ever  live  as  an  incentive  to  the  young  men  of  our 
city  and  nation,  teaching  them  that  politically  they  can 
wield  an  influence  in  civic  affairs,  that  they  can  be 
powerful  factors  and  at  the  same  time  be  young  men 
of  splendid  moral  characters  and  high  and  inspiring 
religious  convictions.  I  would  that,  as  his  mantle 
falls,  it  might  be  touched  by  the  divine  wand  and  sep- 
arated into  myriads  of  like  mantles  and  fall  upon  the 
young  men  of  our  country,  inspiring  them  with  like 
ambitions  and  hopes  to  follow  in  his  footsteps  and 
thus  pass  down  to  the  ages  which  are  to  come, 
characters  worthy  of  emulation. 

To  the  bereaved  widow  and  fatherless  son  there 
has  come  an  irreparable  loss.  It  will  not  only  be 
months  but  years  before  they  can  in  any  measure  be 
reconciled;  from  the  standpoint  of  human  vision  they 
are  to  be  pitied;  words  of   sympathy   may  to  them   be 


meaningless  words.  We  can  only  say  to  them: 
"Think  not  of  your  loved  one  as  dead,  but  as  alive, 
having  passed  within  the  veil,  for  a  little  while  not 
to  be  seen;  his  deeds  do  follow  him." 

To    the   venerable    parents    of    Hope    Reed    Cody 
there  is  left  the  heritage  of  a  magnificent  life. 


Ibopt  Iking 

Hope  Reed  Cody  is  dead.  My  first  thought 
is  not  of  the  loss  to  the  Hamilton  Club,  the  com- 
munity, the  state  or  the  nation.  It  is  of  the 
broken  home,  the  source  from  which  springs  happi- 
ness, inspiration  and  purpose.  Without  the  home 
existence  is  almost  barren.  The  light  of  that  home 
has  gone  out.  The  little  things  so  carefully  accumu- 
lated to  make  the  home  attractive  are  valueless.  To 
look  upon  the  things  he  loved  is  to  feel  an  added 
grief. 

We  cannot  grieve  for  him  who  has  left  a  world 
of  trouble,  but  we  grieve  for  the  lonely  wife,  the 
innocent  baby  boy,  the  broken-hearted  mother,  the 
grief-stricken  father,  the  loving  brothers  and  sisters. 
The  wife  has  lost  a  companion,  but  has  a  heritage 
to  comfort  her  in  their  boy,  whose  development  was 
to  have  been  an  ever  increasing  source  of  happiness 
to  them  both.  The  mother  has  parted  from  a  son 
who  but  yesterday,  it  seems  to  her,  was  learning  to 
smile,  to  lisp,  to  toddle  about  the  old  home  at  Naper- 
Tille.      His  childish  doings    and    sayings    are    fresh    in 


her  mind,  yet  he  has  already  passed  through  a  bril- 
liant life,  and  gone.  The  father  finds  his  cherished 
ambitions  for  his  boy  suddenly  blighted  by  the  im- 
partial hand  of  death.  The  brothers  and  sisters  feel 
that  a  large  interest  in  life  has  been  taken  from  them. 

We  can  scarcely  reconcile  ourselves  to  this  loss. 
No  matter  at  what  age  or  under  what  circumstances 
we  lose  one  dear  to  us,  death  is  a  blow  that  dazes  at 
first;  then  we  pity  ourselves.  I  pity  myself  that  I 
have  lost  a  friend.  I  pity  the  community  that  it  has 
lost  one  of  its  noblest  sons.  His  large  heart  was 
filled  with  brotherly  love  for  each  of  his  many  friends. 
On  them  he  showered  his  goodness  without  expecta- 
tion of  other  return  than  love.  If  he  made  enemies 
we  do  not  know  them. 

His  is  a  rare  instance  of  a  life  that  goes  on  after 
death.  It  has  inspired  to  higher  ideals  everyone  who 
knew  him  well.  We  have  all  of  us  stepped  to  a 
higher  plane.  If  there  was  jealousy  of  each  other  in 
our  hearts  it  is  replaced  by  kindly  feeling.  If  there 
was  a  selfish  aim,  a  generous  and  honorable  ambition 
has  taken  its  place.  If  there  was  a  false  idea  of 
political  duties  existing  in  our  minds,  it  has  given 
way  to  a  wholesome  public  spirit. 

His  life  was  one  of  deeds.  He  took  his  place 
naturally  as  our  leader,  because  his  activity  placed 
him  in  the  fore  and  we  never  questioned  his  right  to 
leadership,    because    he   never    claimed    more    than    he 


had  earned  by  ceaseless  effort  and  untiring  energy. 
Let  his  memory  be  kept  ever  green  lest  we  forget 
those  ideals  he  has  placed  before  us. 

"Alike  are  life  and  death 

When  life  in  death  survives, 
And  the  uninterrupted  breath 
Inspires  a  thousand  lives." 


«5 


TIClarwicF?  H,  Sbaw 

In  the  death  of  Hope  Reed  Cody  we  mourn  the 
loss  of  one  whose  quahties  of  heart,  soul  and  mind 
have  endeared    him  to  all. 

Another  noble  heart  has  ceased  to  beat,  and  the 
soul  of  Hope  Reed  Cody  has  passed  from  our  midst 
into  that  life  toward  which  are  set  the  steps  of  every 
man  whose  path  is  Godward. 

In  his  earthly  tabernacle  we  loved  him,  for  he 
was  to  us  a  brother.  We  think  of  him  in  his  home 
beyond  as  performing  some  noble  task,  some  useful 
duty,   in  obedience  to  the  will  oi  his  Maker. 

By  us  who  knew  him  his  memory  will  ever  be 
cherished  as  that  of  one  whose  talents  were  God-given, 
whose  lofty  aims,  whose  courage  and  whose  endeavors 
had  made  an  exceptional  life. 

We  are  bereft;  we  have  lost  the  companionship 
of  him  who  was  to  us  most  precious  in  our  personal 
relationship  with  him.  His  delightful  presence  and 
his  genial  personal  influence  have  gone  from  us.  But 
God  had  use  for  him  elsewhere.  He  had  been  faith- 
ful in  those  things  over  which  he  had    been   set.      He 


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has  been  called  to  perform  higher  and  nobler  duties 
in  the  great  beyond,  of  which  there  is  a  promise  to 
every  man  who,  like  him,  has  obeyed  those  higher 
behests  which  have  been  implanted  in  his  soul. 
But  though  he  has  gone,  his  spirit  and  his  life 
remain  with  us,  and  their  influence  will  continue  to 
assist  us  in  building  up  our  characters,  and  in  carry- 
ing out  the  labors  that  are  before  us. 

Can  aught  be  said  of  him  in  praise  that  is  not 
true?  Can  we  speak  too  highly  of  him  whose  very 
death  is  an  inspiration  to  us  all?  Everyone  who 
knew  him  will  attest  that  he  lived  in  so  true,  so 
noble  and  high-minded  a  spirit  that  to  know  him 
was  a  privilege  and  an  inspiration  toward  higher  and 
better  aims. 

The  influence  of  his  life,  and  the  influence  of  his 
passing  from  us,  will  not  soon  be  forgotton  in  this 
community.  Greater  inspiration  to  strive  for  the  wel- 
fare of  our  commonwealth  could  not  be  given  than 
that  afforded  by  the  life,  the  work  and  the  death  of 
our  beloved  brother.  He  is  dead,  but  out  of  his 
death  springs  a  new  life  in  those  whose  good  fortune 
it  was  to  come  within  his  influence,  a  new  ambition 
and  an  inspiration  to  labor  for  the  uplifting  of  the 
civil,  political  and  social  life  of  our  countrymen. 

We  know  the  purity  of  his  family  life,  and  as  we 
think  of  all  that  his  immediate  family  has  lost,  his 
wife,   his  boy,  his  aged   father    and   mother,  his  broth- 


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ers  and  sisters,  o?ar  hearts  bleed  for  them  in  their 
bereavement,  and  in  our  utter  helplessness  we  can 
but  say:  "God's  comfort  and  love  bind  up  their 
broken  hearts  until  the  time  when  we  all,  on  that 
bright  day,  which  comes  sooner  or  later  to  each  and 
every  one  of  us,  shall  meet  him  in  that  kingdom 
where  there  is  no  night." 


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(5i^eon  £,  IRewman 

The  best,  the  bravest  knight  of  all  has  gone  down 
before  that  relentless  foe,  against  whose  assault  courage 
and  skill  are  alike  unavailing. 

His  loss  to  the  public  is  great,  but  his  loss  to 
the  individual  is  greater.  No  man  could  be  associated 
with  Hope  Reed  Cody  and  not  be  his  "best"  —  for 
he  continually  inspired  those  about  him  with  a  high 
purpose  and  infused  them  with  new  power. 

In  him,  we  saw  the  highest  possibilities  in  manhood 
realized,  and  instinctively  we  sought  to  raise  ourselves 
to  his  standard. 

His  vision  was  clear  and  comprehensive,  and  his 
title  to   "leader"  was  natural  and   absolute. 

His  judgment  was  unerring,  and  to  win  his  approval 
was  reward  sufficient. 

He  has  gone  from  us,  and  I  have  tried  to  say  "It 
is  well,"  but  I  cannot  yet  see  my  way  clear.  A  cloud 
has  drifted  over  our  vision,  and  we  see  Hope  Cody 
no  more;  but  he  is  still  with  us;  his  hand  is  upon 
our  shoulders  and  his  voice  sounds  in  our  ears. 

I  look  about  me  and  I  see  Hope  reflected  in 
many  taces  here.      In  the  administration  of  the  affairs 


of  this  Club,  in  the  councils  of  the  Executive  officers, 
in  the  various  committees,   Hope  is  everywhere. 

We  may  no  longer  tell  him  our  love,  but  what  he 
would  do,  what    he   would    desire  shall    be  our  guide. 

His  memory  is  our  richest  heritage,  and  shall  in- 
spire us  with  courage  in  difficulty,  patience  in  effort, 
and  a  larger  love  for  all. 


Elbert  ]£♦  Crowlep 

If  ever  I  longed  for  the  power  to  fittingly 
express  to  you,  my  fellow  members  of  the  Hamilton 
Club,  my  thought  and  feeling,  it  is  now.  I  would 
that  I  could  bring  a  fitting  tribute  of  love  and 
honor  to  our  beloved  friend  and  leader.  But  I 
cannot.  The  just  pride  I  feel  in  having  brought 
his  application  for  membership  to  our  Club — and 
in  having  nominated  him  for  his  first  official  posi- 
tion as  a  member  of  our  Board  of  Directors  —  is 
lost  in  the  grief  of  my  heart,  as  to-day,  with  each  of 
you,  I  mourn  the  loss  of  him  who,  as  so  many  of  us 
feel,  was  closer  than  a  brother.  Life  can  have  for 
me  no  relation  with  my  fellow-man  dearer  and  sweeter 
than  mine  with  Hope  Reed  Cody.  His  memory  shall 
be  my  inspiration  in  private  life  and  his  record  my 
ideal  in  public   life. 


April  14,   1870. 

The  tender  shoots  of  Love  spring  forth 

Like  blossoms  from  the  sod; 
The  yearning  of  a  mother's  heart 

Communes  direct  with  God. 

The  shower  passes  but  it  leaves 
Bright  dew  the  flowers  to  grace; 

The  prayer  that  reaches  God's  own  ear 
Beams  on  the  infant's  face. 

Nor  cloud  shall  dim  nor  storm  destroy 

The  beauty  of  that  hour; 
Nor  grief  o'erwhelm  nor  death  efface 

That  look  of  winsome  power. 

April  10,  i8gg. 

True  grandeur  comes  to  those   alone 

Who  strive  in  faith,  and  fight 
To  win;  no  matter  where  or  when, 

If  ever  for  the  right. 

Grand  epoch  of  a  country's  weal, 

'Tis  here  thy  conflicts  cease! 
For  he  who  always  craved  for  Love 

Prayed  long  for  lasting  Peace 

To  dwell  in  brothers'  hearts  and  make 

His  land  forever  blest; 
One  thought,  one  wish,  one  heart,  one  soul; 

Then  could  he  go  to  rest. 


Noveviber  y,   j8gg. 

The  darkness  comes,   the  Hght  is  gone 

From  out  our  hearts   to-day; 
On  bended  knees  we   plead  for  help, 

And  God  says,    "Ever  pray. 

Henceforth,   that  ye,   his  dearest  ones. 

May  live  as  he  ye  knew; 
That  when  the  call  shall   come  at  last, 

Ye  be  amongst  the  few 

That  chose  his  path  and  lived  his  life, 
And  longed  for  Love  and  Peace; 

Then  Earth  shall  profit  by  his  loss, 
His  fame  shall  e'er  increase." 

—John  B.  Porter. 


MC  CUi«S    A  CO 
CHICAGO 


UNIVERSITY  OF  ILLINOIS-URBANA 

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IN  MEMORY  OF  HOPE  REED  CODY,  BORN  APRIL 


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